I'm still on a high and celebrating with a vanilla slice because I have just been proven not guilty, nay, completely innocent of a heinous crime. A saga that has gone on, in various ways for nearly a decade.
I live in a second floor flat on the opposite side of the building to a chemist's shop on the ground floor. Every autumn and spring I get accused of causing a water leak in the fake suspended ceiling of said apothecary.
What is above the suspended ceiling? A reversible air conditioning/heating system. Each time they turn it from suck to blow, as it were, with the changing of the seasons, it blows a gasket and one of the polystyrene tiles becomes much sogginess and they feign igorance and want me to pay for it/claim on the insurance because they say that the leak comes from my flat two storeys and 200 metres in the opposite direction away.
In the meantime, they go in the water cupboard and switch my water off. I've been sort of passive aggressive about this and just ignored them until they gave up, all the time playing the water on/water off game with the Allan key and sneaking around in the night. The process lasts about two weeks every November and April. It almost became a tradition.
I might add that I live in Corsica. Don't ask why it has gone on so long but yesterday, with the help of Angry Plumber, better management at the copropriété and Chain Smoking Tony at AXA.
Knopka Pixie is a free woman.
I was on the phone to everybody! ''They've admitted it was their sodding air conditioning!"
I might organise one of those photoshoots where freed victims* *of wrongful convictions do press conferences raising clasped hands in the air with their barrister and the loyal campaigners.
Obviously, in my case, it would be Lionel the plumber and Jérôme at the copropriété. Tony at AXA insurance can't join hands with anybody for long. It interferes with his Marlboro habit.