The other day, as Andrew was leaving our building, the doorlady stopped him and told him we need to sweep the terrace because detritus was blocking the drain. He said fine. A day or two later, we swept the terrace, which really did need sweeping, littered, as it was, with leaves and dust.
It occurred to us only later that one of our neighbors—all of whom can peer down onto our terrace from their own, smaller, balconies—must have reported us to the doorlady for being lax in our housekeeping. Who’s to say we didn’t want leaves on our terrace? Maybe it was intentional. Maybe it was art. In any case, we apparently have a nosy neighbor. I hope he/she is enjoying the view of our terrace’s now-stunning leaflessness.