Wednesday, January 22, 2003
In December, I had some roofers round to give me a quote on our storm-oriented lost tiles, and they pointed out that the wall between next door and next-door-but-one's gardens was an "accident waiting to happen, love" - the subsidence or something had clearly got to it, and bulging like an eight-month pregnant woman, it was lightly propped up with a couple of pieces of wood, but didn't look long for this life. Yesterday morning, I saw the whole thing fall down: it was like watching a real-life slo-mo movie.
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