There was a chill in the air at our house last week. 40 floors up, we were enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon - while two towers along, a woman murdered her partner, before plunging to her death from the 77th floor. I know. It's high. She landed in the swimming pool… Dragged out by a lifeguard, you can bet, it was a day on the job he'll never forget. The lifeguards, that for 364 days of the year, barely get their feathers ruffled by anything more taxing than how many towels to give you. It was a warm spring day, not far from the pool, BBQ areas were in full swing as residents soaked up the sun, oblivious to the drama that prevailed….that is until the word got out. The driveway was bumper to bumper with ambulances, fire engines and police cars and the sky above was swarming with media choppers and paparazzi. (And no, despite the media frenzy going on outside our door, we may as well have been on the moon, we were still none the wiser.) This week though, if there was a water cooler in the apartment block, it's a sure bet, residents would've been huddled around it, fishing for clues. Clues as to how it came to this. How a wealthy couple in the prime of their lives with young children could end up splashed across the front page of newspapers, another gruesome statistic.  … [Read more...]