The first time Heidi Marney took a bath in her new, temporary home, she felt she was being watched. “I had this overwhelming sense that there were eyes on me,” she says. She remembers scanning the room. “It was a big, double bath and above, on the wall, there was a TV with a device hanging down with a flashing red light.” Marney sent a photo of it to a friend who assured her that it was a dongle and said he had one too so that he could get Sky in every room.
“Logic told me that, if someone was filming me, there’d be a camera in my bedroom,” Marney continues, “so I went to my room and looked everywhere – the wardrobe, the lights; I was meticulous. There was nothing, so I told myself I was being ridiculous. My landlord was the kindest human you could ever meet. He would never do that.” She pauses for a second then sighs. “I’ll never ever ignore my instincts again.”
