To use a Sheffieldism, it blew a reyt hoolie last night, with two disturbing results. A bungalow 50 yards away is being converted and the roof scaffolding has been protected by polythene sheeting. The gale has shredded this which means that the remnants are flapping about making a noise so loud that sleep was almost impossible.
Secondly, the area has suffered from a large number of burglaries recently, and our neighbour directly behind our house has installed a searchlight that makes the Sheffield blitz look like candles on a cake.
Isn’t modern life wonderful?