Next door: Spanish couple from Galicia. Really nice people. Fond of a smoke. Never cause any trouble and occasionally pop round to ask us questions about the building or Irish tenancy law.
Directly upstairs: Students I think. Throw the occasional party where they shout along to Mumford And Sons until eleven o’clock, which is when they go out to town.
Also upstairs: Nigerian family. I’ve only met the Dad myself but he seems nice. GF says they’ve lived there for years and are lovely.
Top floor: Students again. These guys were fine until they threw a massive party and threw almost all the furniture in their apartment through two giant Velux windows in their living room, raining glass down into the communal area. Parties on the regular now and they keep getting pissed and losing their keys and trying to break back into the building. Dickheads.
Also on top floor: One lady in her eighties. She lives on her own and keeps herself to herself. I’ve had to get her back into the block before when her landlord changed the locks without telling her. I really feel for her as no-one ever visits her. She has our numbers in case anything ever goes wrong but I don’t know if she’d ever ring us. 

