Lexin

There is movement on Mr Smelly-Opposite's flat – I came home on Wednesday to find that someone had dropped a skip off and there were a few items in it already which I recognised as his. I did once get invited into his flat (this was before he went ga-ga) to use the phone when mine had a fault. It was years ago, but I still recognised his sofa.

Then on Friday morning there was a loud discussion between Mr S-O and a young woman (she sounded young) who turned out later to be wearing a suit and a mask – I gathered that it was about what should be left alone and what should be removed. When I went out later to see the psychiatrist, Mr S-O seemed to have shut himself in his bedroom with whatever he was keeping and the young woman was carefully removing everything else. I grinned at her as I went past.

He still hasn't, though, put locks on his door. Which still gives me the creeps.

Irritatingly, and for a reason I admit I don't fully understand the psychiatrist has decided to keep me on my anti-depressant for another two months.

Torchwood

I haven't been reading too many comments on the most recent five episodes of Torchwood. I read a few on the Britslash list, mostly agreeing with my feeling that ( spoiler ) we're overdue for a TV depiction of a gay relationship which has problems but is essentially solid. Ideally this should not be in a soap opera, as I don't watch them and am not about to start.