Nothing about the woman in Flat 16 betrayed the depths of her isolation. Even Sheila Seleoane's nearest neighbours were blind to the poignant truth: that this prim medical secretary didn't have a single friend or family member close enough to her to care for her welfare.
On weekday mornings, when it seemed that she was heading off for work, she wished everyone she saw a cheery good day. In the evening, when she returned to her fourth-floor flat in the bustling South London community of Peckham, she was equally affable.
'She was always well put-together, and wore a smart black coat, black trousers and black court shoes, with her hair tied in a bun,' recalls a young professional woman who lived opposite Miss Seleoane. 'But I didn't really speak to her. It was more just, 'Hi' and 'Bye'.'
Miss Seleoane was similarly detached from other residents of Lord's Court, a modern building containing 20 flats owned by the Peabody Trust, the affordable housing charity.
However, mother-of-three Lyesha Bent, who resides on the same corridor, says she wore gym clothes at weekends and, with her petite figure, looked younger than her 61 years. So everyone assumed her to have a busy career and social life.
No one in the block can recall exactly when they last saw her striding purposefully to the bus stop or returning home with shopping.
Some time in the late summer or early autumn of 2019, though, Miss Seleoane vanished. For reasons pathologists are trying to establish, we now know that she had died — presumably alone — in her flat.
Astonishingly, she lay undiscovered for two-and-a-half years until, on February 18 this year, police broke in to find her skeletal remains on the living-room sofa.
Having failed to enter her flat, despite being alerted as early as October 2020 to the possibility that harm might have befallen its occupant, they finally responded to a report that her balcony door was still swinging open, following Storm Eunice.
Beside her body were some deflated pink party balloons, according to Ms Bent, who says she gleaned this puzzling detail from one of the officers who made the grim discovery.
That this woman had been so shamefully forgotten is a damning indictment of the depersonalised, look-the-other-way attitude that pervades so many neighbourhoods in modern-day Britain.
''Beside her body were some deflated pink party balloons''.....that is heart breaking.
I wonder what the balloons were from. If a party, surely someone must-have wondered where she is. It's a mystery and a bloody disgusting part on those who are her!
''Beside her body were some deflated pink party balloons''.....that is heart breaking.
I wonder what the balloons were from. If a party, surely someone must-have wondered where she is. It's a mystery and a bloody disgusting part on those who are her!
Maybe it was her birthday and she was celebrating on her own. Could be she was murdered.
''Beside her body were some deflated pink party balloons''.....that is heart breaking.
We have the police who are arresting people for posting on Twitter, local authorities who sack people for being 'transphobic', the NHS paying thousands for rainbow crossings, cancel culture baying for blood if you forget their pronouns, the banning of 'mum' in schools and then this sorry indictment of just how lost we've become as human beings.
When I was in hospital that time in October there was a woman who had no visitors.
Nobody phoned or handed in pyjamas or anything.
I asked if she had anyone to look after her when she went home and she just shook her head.
She had collapsed in the street, just say it had happened at home.
The forgotten people....it's so sad.
When my mum died in an end of life care home, we were packing up her clothes, some were Christmas and birthday presents she had never worn.
We asked the carers if any of her nice things would help any of the residents. They said some ladies had been brought in months, even years ago, and had no family or friends visiting in all the time they were there.
Oh Syl so sad. How do these people end up so alone. I
When my nan was in a home my dad visited her all the time. I went often aswell. When he died it was just me. I went lots, I loved her.
Despite the fact she had a daughter, she never visited her because she lived an hours drive away.
Oh Syl so sad. How do these people end up so alone. I
When my nan was in a home my dad visited her all the time. I went often aswell. When he died it was just me. I went lots, I loved her. Despite the fact she had a daughter, she never visited her because she lived an hours drive away.
I went every day, my OH came with me, our son went a lot....my sister didn't visit her once.
Some people have no thought, care or love for their parents.
Oh Syl so sad. How do these people end up so alone. I
When my nan was in a home my dad visited her all the time. I went often aswell. When he died it was just me. I went lots, I loved her. Despite the fact she had a daughter, she never visited her because she lived an hours drive away.
I went every day, my OH came with me, our son went a lot....my sister didn't visit her once.
Some people have no thought, care or love for their parents.
You'd be surprised how many narcissistic adult children there are.
I blame cars.
When I was a kid hardly anyone in my neighbourhood had a car, so everyone knew their neighbours, and neighbours became friends. Also people tended more to stay in the neighbourhoods they grew up in.
Now you can live in the same road for years and hardly see or speak to neighbours. No onw walks, everyone drives.
Even the kids round here dont speak to each other....it's an odd world.
I blame cars. When I was a kid hardly anyone in my neighbourhood had a car, so everyone knew their neighbours, and neighbours became friends. Also people tended more to stay in the neighbourhoods they grew up in.
Now you can live in the same road for years and hardly see or speak to neighbours. No onw walks, everyone drives. Even the kids round here dont speak to each other....it's an odd world.
We all had cars, but we spent more time outside and socializing with neighbors.
Folks also were more religious. That was a built in social place for a lot of people.
It is a weird word compared to the one I grew up in.
Ten houses either side of me had 2-5 kids that were outside a lot.
My residential street now has one house with 2 kids. The rest have no kids.
I talk to a few of neighbors, but I don't have their phone numbers and have never been inside of their homes.
In many ways we live in a better world. But not in all ways.
I blame cars. When I was a kid hardly anyone in my neighbourhood had a car, so everyone knew their neighbours, and neighbours became friends. Also people tended more to stay in the neighbourhoods they grew up in.
Now you can live in the same road for years and hardly see or speak to neighbours. No onw walks, everyone drives. Even the kids round here dont speak to each other....it's an odd world.
We all had cars, but we spent more time outside and socializing with neighbors.
Folks also were more religious. That was a built in social place for a lot of people.
It is a weird word compared to the one I grew up in.
Ten houses either side of me had 2-5 kids that were outside a lot.
My residential street now has one house with 2 kids. The rest have no kids.
I talk to a few of neighbors, but I don't have their phone numbers and have never been inside of their homes.
In many ways we live in a better world. But not in all ways.
Yep....some things are better, but the sense of community people had back in the day has all but vanished.
Our streets was full of kids, when I was a kid, and also when my own son was small....pre computers, kids played out, rode bikes, all the parents knew each other.
I do have neighbours as friends, because they were here from the start, unfortunately, I hardly see any of the newer neighbours...they jump in their cars, 2 or3 per family....and you don't see them again for ages.