There was a Thor-like thumping on my door… standing outside was my neighbour, Gen Z angervist (angry activist) Natasha aka Nats- arms akimbo, her face, a shade darker than her streaked hair— “Uhmmm what’s up, Xena, Warrior Princess, your irateness this morning seems extraordinary,” I said with much trepidation.

Words were weapons this morning, spilling out faster than a flowing river.