Ignore the Whingeing Gillian, please

My exciting news for the day is that my next-door-neighbour waits until the temperature is 37 degrees *then* leaves the door open. I found out just now when my flat got much warmer in a great hurry. There is no cooling element from the stairwell anymore, for he has let all the cool air out. The Bureau of Meteorology says the weather will break (and reach a mere 30 degrees) on Sunday, which is good. What isn't good is that Canberra's special gift (the capacity to cool things down a little at night) is entirely lost when an idiot leaves doors open during the heat of the day and at the precise hour when the sun hits that side of the building.

I've now reached Evil Gillian stage and I'm no longer looking around to see if I've locked anyone out by mistake when I close that door. Mind you, that neighbour is probably going to be lynched by the guy upstairs, for upstairs has been parked in. It's as if the people next door have completely forgotten that they live in a block of flats.

They were my dream neighbors for 18 months, and now... they park people in, let all the flats overheat, ignore security, talk outside out windows at impossible hours... I don't understand it. I'm avoiding them when I can, right now, because when all one can say to someone is "Can' you please keep that door shut?" then it's not comfortable for anyone.

I'll check the front door every fifteen minutes once the afternoon sun hits, until the heatwave is past. It's a nuisance, but it's better than heatstroke.