THE IDES OF MARCH

‘Beware the Ides of March,’ the warning given Julius Caesar he ignored which is odd believing himself all things to all men.
Met a woman, ‘not seen you a while,’ she said after asking me, ‘you still live here?’ pointing at the flats and I’d said, ‘yes.’
We chatted briefly.
‘The lifts are out for three months,’ she said holding up three fingers.
‘I hope it’s worth it,’ I said and she agreed.
When I was moving in onto one of the top floors of the block I met her in the lift and she said, ‘come for a cup of tea sometime.’
I’ve not been so far being unable to ignore my suspicions about the motivations of others though I know that sometimes a cup of tea is just a cup of tea.