There were a lot of things that I didn't like about living at Stratford Heights.

One of them being that the kitchen was at the end of the hallway. It did have an oven and stove and a microwave and a sink, but that eventually got messed up by the people who didn't have the mental capacity to take care of it. There was no point in putting stuff in the fridge as someone was likely to steal it. The microwave had splattered food all over it.

Other examples was how many things were destroyed there. A sign that was planted into concrete outside was knocked over.

The whole place has just gone to hell as they let people in who care nothing about what happens.