Roll call
Whilst I have lived here, Jim, Gordon (and his wife, never met the lady) have corpsed it, and Mad Valerie has been in and out of hospital, and has now disappeared.
Wheezy Jeff got taken away in an ambo about a week ago, and hasn't been seen since.
All of which leaves the only real creaking gate to be The Hermit Michael, whom I have clapped eyes on outside once, in three years.
Sort of related: I got the keys to my home three years ago today. Been an odd time.