Last night, at about 11, she threw eggs at our front door and windows.

The theory is that she just got up and had received notice of her court-date.
Not particularly imaginative, nor adult.

UPDATE (Sun 3pm): I was sweeping up the pavement outside my house and ‘she’ comes up to me and starts, as usual, with ‘Are you Stu?’
Since I’m still not Stu, and that I’m trying not to let her affect my life, I ignored her entirely.
She carries on trying to talk to me and I keep ignoring her, and she starts trying to insult me.
Insults of: ‘student’ (not true, not an insult); ‘grass’ (not an insult) and others went ignored, until other people on the street shouted back at her.

She then comes up to me and asks me to touch her, Jamaican greeting style, and I say ‘no’.
She asks me to again, and I say that I don’t want to, she asks why, blah blah blah.
The gf comes out to call me inside, which makes sense so I do.

Once we’re inside the other neighbours continue shouting at her, with her screeching back.
Choice snippets:

• “Shut up ya scag-’ead!”
• “So I’m a heroine addict, so what?”
• “I’ve got cancer, only got 12 months left.” (Doubt it)