Who Are Those Men??

My Dear Fellow,

The guttering on our building is knackered. It has been for ages. The Indian restaurant downstairs has been complaining for even longer. 

As a resident of the 2nd floor, I do not care. That makes me a cr&ppy neighbour I know. But unless your toilet is actually leaking into my kitchen stove, or you've put a foot through my bedroom ceiling. Nope. This is me not caring.

However, the other (useful) residents have got together and done something about it. I realised this at 9am today when the bottom half of two men appeared at my window pulling weeds out of somewhere and putting them into a bucket.

Jasper's "ohmygod!" reaction was worth recording. Here it is. And the bottom half of the two men.

El P.