... had it's smoke alarm doing the "beep once a minute 'cos I've got a flat battery" song for a few days (still doing it, actually - need to see about that). So I knocked on the guy's door. No answer. Thought little of it, try later. Tried later, tried a neighbour. Apparently the chap drinks a bit, and hasn't been seen for a few days. Ach well, try later. Tried next day. No response. Rang through to the concierge of the group of blocks of flats where I stay. "We'll try and get hold of him, no problem, thanks for letting us know." Couple of days later, alarm still beeping. Couple of weeks later, alarm still beeping. Concierge and housing association have been hassled in the intervening time. Couple of weeks later, girl in a flat on the same floor notices an odd smell, rings Strathclyde's finest, who duly boot the door in (actually, it's been opened with no sign at all of forced entry, someone *must* have had keys). Blokey in the flat has been dead for about two months. You would not *believe* the number of home-helps and care workers swarming around the old people in these flats at the moment...