I Didn't Think I Had A Nanny.

But evidently, I have.
Before I went to Canada for a holiday in June, my Personal Fascist(like a Personal Trainer but involuntary and cheaper) had started resorting to threats; subtle threats to be sure, but when one of his big friends stands in the garden staring up at your window at 11 PM, and then they start a dog barking(apparently that time I got bitten was precursive 'conditioning'), which had no effect at all other than to tell me that the Personal Fascist was in breach of his tenancy(no pets allowed), the threats are real.
Anyway, I was given a number to ring to complain sometime before this, and I told her about the situation, and told her I would be in touch after my holiday.
So I went to Canada and had a pretty good time.

When I came back, I decided to give it two weeks before starting the eviction ball rolling; on the first Monday I rang the special number and there was no reply.
The Personal Fascist started up again.
On the next four days the aggression got worse and worse, until I cracked and replied in kind.
This quietened the little shit down; in fact he was escorted from the building by three women, and I watched because my TV is connected to the internal surveillance camera at the public door.
Every day I rang the number and nobody answered. So I assumed she had gone for her holidays, and rang the police; they actually mocked me.
And did nothing.
I rang the Council Noise Hot Line.
They promised to send me an advice packet and give me a case number.

Two weeks later and still no package, so I rang the day shift; the case number didn't exist, but they did send me the package; this was worse than useless, as it was an address for mediation and suggested writing 'care-bear' whiny complaints("you are making me feel bad") to my Personal Fascist, who was quite clearly acting with skilled deliberation.
Meanwhile,I'd been adopting an Israeli attitude to the terroist upstairs; when my confederates played the radio at midday in my apartment while I was at work, somebody rang my landline at 1205 and 1210, leaving no messages; except the 'menacing silence' was ruined by the sound of a busy office, so the slag was giving away more than he intended, even though the number was witheld.
They wanted to see if anybody was actually in, and if a woman, try to frighten her.

Today I tried the number again.
Still no answer.
Tomorrow morning I'm going to the office in person to find out where she went.
If I don't get a satisfactory answer, I'll publish her name and number here, so that anybody can ring up and complain.

I must say,I have to wonder what the Liberal Democrat Council candidates were talking about when I attended my own count on election day; I was incognito, and I distinctly heard them using my name in vain.

If necessary, I know the leader of the council(a Conservative) personally, and I will place the facts before him.