The lady next door has a sisterly knack of putting things (and people) in their place. Evening tea is shared with stories of ousted former colleagues, a racist or three who had to own up to their narrow-mindedness, hygiene lessons to her co-workers and her mother’s condoned kitchen habits. Courtesy of late night lockdown treats, the expansion of her brother’s waistline was put to a halt – aided by filmed evidence of his newly acquired “clumsy” walk. “Unnecessary things,” she says.
