Guess what, my new next door neighbour is an author! She's about my age and has a daughter about daughter's age. I wonder if we will be friends? We are going to the garden square fireworks on 5 November, perhaps she'll be there? Or perhaps not. The irony is we're moving because we're so broke but the flat is a sitting tenancy in billionaire's row. Our new neighbour is as successful a writer as I am struggling. That doesn't mean she won't be friendly of course, except she's got other homes as well. When she's there she probably goes in and out of her house through the discreet underground car park so I doubt we'll ever see her. Am looking forward to meeting the other tenants in our house, though. All I know so far is there's a professor of Islam, an actor, a theatre director and the first person who ever won Who Wants To Be A Millionaire.
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