As you know dear readers, I travel around a lot with my job.
For years I was stalked by Stiletto Woman, and so were a lot of our friends.
She was always on the floor above us. She would come in at 2am-ish, slam the
door, stomp up and down for several minutes in her clumpy shoes and then
she would re-arrange all the furniture.
All has gone quiet for a couple of years, thank goodness. Either she’s now
too old to totter around in stilettos, her shoes have worn out, she’s
finally grown some brain-cells or someone has gone upstairs and punched her
in the face!

Lyn