Happiness and windows
There seems to be a virus spreading in the neighbourhood.
First, a neighbour on one side of us decided to rip out all their windows and replace them with triple glazing.
Then the other side is going mad ripping holes in their roof to install roof-lights.
I don’t know why there is a sudden compulsion with windows. I haven’t caught the virus yet as for the moment I’m quite happy with the windows we have [all 22 of ’em]. There are only two where the frame has rotted away and the glass is held up with a wing and a prayer.
They’re making a hell of a racket which is unfortunate as all my windows [the ones that haven’t rotted] that can open are wide open and I have to listen to every screech of a saw or the sound of breaking glass.
I don’t mind though. I’m happy today. I’m actually happy enough to ignore all the aches and pains and the sounds of neighbouring industry. And what brought on this unusual and uncharacteristic wave of bonhomie you ask?
The filming is finished!
Yes, they have finally fucked off back to Florida or Los Angeles or wherever the fuck they came from. I haven’t been down to the village yet [that pleasure awaits for this afternoon] but I believe it is already possible to drive through without being flagged down by some little pipsqueak with an over inflated impression of his own importance.
No, I never got to see Amy Adams or the other bloke who is in some American hospital soap opera. Judging by the comments on the local websites this was apparently a “must do” but in my case it remained a healthy “must didn’t”. I’m happy to say I steered well clear of the place while they were filming and most other days as well.
I suppose there will be some disruption while they rip down all their buildings and artificial shop fronts. They also have to repaint everything including the lines on the road. But four months of insanity is finally coming to an end.
It’s no wonder I’m happy.
Welcome home grandad!
Thanks James. It’s nice to be back in a village and not a weird Disneyland.
You had me worried. Happiness and Windows are not often seen in the same sentence, phrase or wordage. Thought perhaps your little grey stuff ha d been addled by the Warble Gloaming.
Heh! That was a deliberate juxtaposition. I wondered if anyone would notice.
The call you described in your previous entry in which the caller phoned you a second time minutes later, was almost verbatim like one I had a few months ago in Toronto. Right down to the hurt feelings. It’s definitely a scam.
Welcome Susan! I’m glad to hear that. I did have a sneaky feeling after that maybe the call might have been genuine. You have put my mind at rest,
I have to admit that I initially misread the heading, thinking it said “Happiness and widows” and thought I would get some handy advice. Still, good news about the departure of the film crews, less those that are installing double glazing all around you.
Heh! If that had been the case it would have to have been written by Herself? The glazing is all but finished bar a little tidying on Monday [or so I have been told].