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Now, here's a thing.

My downstairs neighbour - we call her Green-Fingered-Lil, even though her name's not Lil - trimmed the lavender in the garden at the weekend. When I went out on Sunday night, there were three bunches tied with string, outside each of my upstairs neighbours, including me.

I thought, how cute, how French (I think she is French, although Lil is not a common French name), and thought I'd hang it in my kitchen when I got home.

But when I got home, all three had gone. There's a couple of likely explanations, I guess, but I'm thinking that one of my upstairs neighbours (and I can guess who) permanently-borrowed the lot.

Do as you would be done by, clearly.

I want to live in a house.