Jo gives me instructions on how to access the lock box, I retrieve the key and tell the woman "let's get you up to your home" She chatters the whole time, and she's the MOST INTERESTING PERSON EVER. She used to be a ballerina, but a severely curved spine put her out of that. She tells me she weighs 30 kilos (my twelve year old son is 32 kilos I think), and she explains how she smuggled her cat here from France. The cat is called Chatte, which is French for pussy, and she locked herself out looking for an Amazon parcel that had been delivered somewhere she couldn't find.