Lee, our joyful property advertising rep, pops in to announce that Clive is a murderer.
As if the salmonella scandal wasn't enough. On the pavement next to Clive's tub is a beautiful tiny finch, sadly with its stiff little legs in the air.
"He had one peck of Clive and dropped down dead," declares 'eyewitness' Lee.
None of this is true, of course. It's far more likely that the bird flew into one of the mirrored windows on floors above us and simply broke its neck.
The poor thing is wrapped in an ALDI bag as its coffin (the bird, not Lee) and put in a skip when no-one is looking.
