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.