Texts started arriving again yesterday, the type that reading between the lines I could tell were an indication of unhappiness.
She'd spoken to Mrs G and G Jnr though apparently, confirming my thoughts.
Seems there's a girl from Tailand who went out on the razz to Morecombe on Friday night, and brought some random local scruff bag back with her.
The noise was horrendous apparently, and she was absolutely 'slaughtered' out of her head.
MM's next door neighbour hammered on the door and told them to shut it and a large barney ensued.
Got so bad that in the end, security had to be called to eject this arse hole she's picked up.
The atmosphere on her floor is now somewhat tense and very unpleasant apparently, and she now wishes she hadn't moved from the other block.
That's the short version, but I suspect there is a great deal more to this.
Ahh well, only 2 years 51 weeks to go.