I give it a few weeks before the flat is damp/draughty/crappy and unfit for habitation for a human of her calibre. She's exactly who Malcolm Tucker was talking about when he said ppl who'd walk round the garden of Eden moaning about the lack of reception. There'll be a CACOPHONY of problems, a LITANY of disasters and an almighty tin rattle. Hope her neighbours are as cunty an self important as her too. There's often a bit of a rota for cleaning communal areas in flats. Is the smol pixie likely to do her bit or to have an arthritic ouchy 120 hour working day that'd preclude her from it? My moneys on doing it once and making a 17 tweet thread and an all singing all dancing extravaganza out of it.