This morning I went outside and discovered the builders next door merrily bricklaying away at the wall of the neighbour’s house that sits on our boundary, just beside our dining room. Except they weren’t bricking all of it. There was a large rectangular gap where there should have been bricks.
‘What’s that window doing there?’ I asked.
‘It’s not really a window,’ the brickie told me. ‘It’s more of a vent.’
I said nothing.
‘So they can get some fresh air in this bathroom,’ he clarified. ‘It’ll be frosted.’
‘A frosted glass vent that opens and shuts is commonly called a window,’ I said in a pleasant enough voice that nonetheless contained the suggestion that he might like to go get the foreman, Paul.
‘I’ll go get Paul,’ he said. (more…)
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