Almost every day, if I’m home that is. the smell of chilly wafts into my room, although at different time of the day. Now I like chilly and can take a fair bit of it but whoever the culprit is that is to blame for this slight inconvenience must have a cast iron gut and an arse that must be lined with asbestos.

My breathing just comes to a halt when I get a whiff of it, it is overpowering. My eyes begin to water, I begin to cough and it just stops you in your tracks. There is a restaurant downstairs but I’m on the 11th floor and so I know it’s not them. But this morning, at 7.30 am just after the birds got up, because it’s raining again and they were having a long lie, the smell of chilly being cooked came flooding through my window and it hovered in my room and would just not leave. There is not a lot of wind today and so it got trapped in my room. I went outside onto the balcony but it was no better there. Death by chilly is not a good way to go.