Poor Man About Town

C lives in a fairly well heeled area in North West London. There are private flats with nosy neighbours who will make you aware of parking violations on their turf. There is one neighbour, who is a vigilant busybody, she looks buzzard like, has beady eyes with a hook nose. She is perched on her balcony and will demand to know from visitors whom they are and whom they are visiting. Apparently, she is quite vociferous at Residents’ meetings and will demand that the dustbins are cleaned on a regular basis and that more “no parking” signs are put up. I have baptised her Mrs Buzzard.