‘Dear Butthead’: when a neighbourhood noticeboard gets nasty | Maddie Thomas
Lockdown harmony has given way to fury - and my apartment building's noticeboard has become a place of intrigue
Everyone who has shared a clothesline in an apartment block will know the feeling of dread when something goes missing: who stole my washing and how am I going to get it back?
When I moved into my apartment building - a quaint, art deco block of 13 - everyone knew each other. Working from home every day, within a matter of months, I came to know almost everyone too. They swapped stories about the windows that needed replacing or the origin of the hole in the fence. We convened on the landings as we passed each other at night, and kids came to the door for trick or treat.
But in three years things have changed. And with that has come the increased use of the noticeboard.