Louise opened her eyes as daylight filtered through the blinds. How good it felt to sleep a whole night. Months before life had been so different. Shuddering she recalled the endless nights of wall-banging, threats through the wall. A new neighbour, who started out as a seemingly nice lady, turned into the witch from hell.

After introducing herself, suddenly she would be popping round as soon as Louise had got up, wanting to go everywhere with her. At first Louise was flattered but gradually it wore her down with work, and her on the doorstep. She had no time to herself. Things went sour when Louise would not take her with her to visit her brother.