Had another thought. Not all thoughts are viable. They are more like rabbits. Hatching at the rate of knots. With wind in the sails.
I live in what I call Restaurant Street. Adjoining. I don’t give them business. For reasons unimportant in context. My computer screen is on my right. At an angle. Yes, I know it’s ergonomically not so good. But I like it. Not least because, every time I look away, I have that view – what with my desk running the whole length of the window.
You can’t buy taste. About twelve months ago a unit and its window was snatched by an estate agent (not a restaurant). What I find fascinating, and one of these days. when I have nothing better to do, I will take it up with them (not just because they annoy by being in my line of vision every night) their lights are going full blast. Neon. In your face. I am pretty green (as in ‘save the planet’, ‘recycling’, ‘waste not want not’). One wonders, I do, who they think will look into their shop window at three in the morning to find a new flat/house.
I dislike the unnecessary. Disenchants me when business disregards the basics that a private householder is supposed to observe. I do observe. And am pissed off. To the hilt.