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The smell of curry met Jessica as soon as she opened the front door of her building and stepped in out of the cold. She had barely shaken her umbrella off on the mat when the nearest downstairs flat door opened and old Mrs. Giddons, who lived directly underneath Jessica’s flat, stepped out, a rolling pin in her hand to show she meant business.
‘Any chance you could go easy on the spices up there?’ she growled, hitting the rolling pin into her palm, the curlers in her hair shaking with each strike like the bristles on an angry porcupine. ‘You’re causing my windows to steam up. I’ve told you about this before. I won’t stand for it. Every Wednesday I have to put up with this stink, and I’ve barely aired it out before the next week rolls around.’
‘It’s my lodger, Doreen,’ Jessica s
