Strange goings on

The couple living in the flat opposite are quite strange. They take a boxed delivery from 'The White Company' almost every week - how can they need that much bedding/ white stuff? J thinks that the guy has a weak sphincter, or that they perform home enemas for shits and giggles, literally. I guess we may get to the bottom of it at the block's AGM, habitually held in their flat.

The other odd occurence of recent weeks was a conversation overheard as they left their flat opposite. 'Overheard', as we often stand behind our door to wig on their increasingly bizarre interactions.

The woman is calling the lift in silence.
Man: "Oh, by the way, I picked up the Dry Cleaning - your share was £20. Shall we go to the cashpoint?"

I mean, WTF? They've been together for 10 years, and aren't married on paper only to elude CGT on their property portfolio, so it's not as though there was any need to frogmarch his partner to the cashpoint!