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A man and woman just came and rang our indoor doorbell, and asked whether we lived above number 27. I have no idea, given the way that the flats zig zag from side to side, and said so. She asked if my windows were open, and when I said yes, said "oh then it MUST be you" and started saying that a lit cigarette had been thrown out of the windows, and she was an artist... at which point I said "nope, not us, we don't smoke in this flat" and she huffed and said "well who IS it then" and I said that I didn't know, because why would I, and then she started saying crossly it wasn't the first time it had happened, so I said again it wasn't me and started to shut the door. She looked outraged, and I went back to bed. Then the two of them clearly went outside to the garden and staged a loud conversation saying that people were very UNPLEASANT and such LIARS and if they had to be so disgusting then they could at least PUT IT OUT FIRST and it was so RUDE not to be allowed to explain what the problem was. (I am not sure what explanation is needed beyond "someone threw a lit cigarette".) (Nor do I know why artists are more affected by fire than other people.) Though I obviously know it wasn't me, and I don't think Ray is in and pretty sure he doesn't smoke, the conversation was right outside my window. I could have stuck my head out of the window to ask them which windows they were being passive-aggressive about, but if they'd decided it was mine then it would only have led to more ridiculousness.

So if you hear my block has burned down, it is because I have taken up smoking as an act of petty revenge and it's escalated too far.