A penny drops

I live in a block of flats owned by an old-people’s housing association, and the ground floor is reserved for the disabled / elderly. One I’ve chatted to a little, one is housebound and I only see rarely, and one is always coming and going but gives me are-you-crazy looks whenever I nod a hello here or on the street, so I haven’t spoken to her at all. Earlier this week I bumped into the latter while taking the rubbish out, and held the door open as she moved some objects around. She suddenly started talking, telling me how she helps out the partially-sighted lady who lives along the corridor, and in the process indicated what I thought was her flat.

I don’t think she lives here at all. This would explain the strange looks. It’s only taken me 18 months to realise. Ahem.