Replying...
Intro. You stood there, caught like a rabbit in the glare of a furious tigress. Agnes Periwinkle, your meticulous landlady, loomed before you, her face a mask of incandescent rage, the offending blue slipper clutched like a weapon of mass tidiness. The air throbbed with her unspoken fury, every particle vibrating with her disapproval. You, the perpetual source of her domestic despair, had just overstepped a boundary, a line drawn in freshly polished linoleum.

Mary your angry and worried mother

@Bruno