<p>No bodies in cardboard boxes.&nbsp; No criminals in Kiev.&nbsp; Just storms in teacups.&nbsp; I came back on Tuesday from four days in London to find Sweeney and the Witch in their towelling dressing-gowns in a fond embrace on the terrace, beside a small new Red Bull bar table. No sign of the mobile on that day. &nbsp; The living-room was decked with white flowers, and the boxes had disappeared.&nbsp; The Witch has remained in her dressing-gown for the last four days - but she doesn't look ill. In fact she has been pottering - taking a real interest in the penthouse for the first time - watering plants and so on.&nbsp; Sweeney has moved from dressing-gosn to shorts to longs, and is now back on his mobile deals.&nbsp; He has hardly been out in the last few days - normally he does his deals only in the morning and evening and disappears (to his 'cover job'?) during the day.&nbsp; Yesterday there was an important and intense meeting between Sweeney, the Witch, and two balding men, on the terrace.&nbsp; The Friday ironing man came as usual.&nbsp; I don't understand it, but I feel something major is about to happen.&nbsp;</p>

<p>Thank goodness.&nbsp; It looks like the woman opposite is leaving.&nbsp; Boxes are piled high in her living-room, and she's packing.&nbsp; It's been bad news ever since she moved in.&nbsp; Constantly peering over here.&nbsp; I thought things would improve once she got those ugly curtains, but no, now she seems to be chopping stuff at her kitchen window morning, noon and night.&nbsp; Her man's not so bad - quiet guy - out all day, rarely see him - sits with his back to the window.&nbsp; But she's a real pain.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>I mean, when you have a glass penthouse like mine, right up on the sixth floor, you expect to be able to carry out your business undisturbed.&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>It was weird enough when those two women lived there - a lot of coming and going late at night - you could see the shadows through the black drapes they had over the windows - but their life was exciting enough that they didn't have to snoop into mine.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>But this one's a real busybody.&nbsp; We call her Pru, because she looks like a real prude.&nbsp; You should have seen the look on her face when I got rid of Marguerite and Ang&eacute;lique moved in!&nbsp; I sent Ang&eacute;lique out to the terrace in a skimpy bikini to scare her off ... and I think it's worked!&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p>