Zoroark
Illusionist
My... My den! My beautiful den! I no longer trip over boxes left out in the hallway as I fumble for my key to the front door. There aren't any bin bags left outside number five. All of this useful camouflage gone!
*sobs*
*sobs*
Okay, that was the joke. It looks like my repeated phonecalls to the environmental health department have finally paid off and the landlord has put his foot down. At last!. I do dislike having a health-hazard on my doorstep; heaven only knows how my neighbours could stand putting their trash outside their own doors for so long, rather than taking it to the residential bins around the back of the building. I almost guarantee that someone is going to decide to 'get their own back' in their own braindamaged way and decide to make the inside of their home the new dumping ground.
Maybe I'll get some new neighbours?
Maybe I'll get some new neighbours?