  I’ve got E coming round soon. She’s my neighbour. Lives two doors down with her fluff ball dog.
No pets allowed in the block but that’s never stopped her. She lets him out to poop on the balcony, scoops it up with a dustpan that’s especially reserved for him. Treats him like a little prince she does. He eats better than any of us. She chops up steaks for him, pork chops, braised lamb.
Shampoos his coat in the bath using special soap she gets from the pet shop. She calls him Sunshine . What kind of name is that for a pooch? She’s a good old girl - keeps me company most days. She pops over in the afternoons, tells me all the gossip, makes me laugh. It makes me feel like I’m not missing out so much because she brings the outside in. She’s got a great turn of phrase, knows just the right way to describe something.
Take yesterday. She was telling me about M shaving his beard off. - “ It’s like seeing him naked ” she said “ his jowls wobbling, like five bellies spilling over a tight pair of pants .” I knew exactly what she meant. E’s a good friend. Twice my age at least, but it’s like she’s not a day older. Laughs with her whole body. Don’t know what I’d do without her. 
