About a week ago, workmen with diggers and pneumatic drills started tearing up the road in our street. The noise drove me out of the house to find some quiet. Then two days ago the workmen disappeared, leaving a long trench almost the full length of the street. Why do they do that, start a big job and leave it unfinished?
I was up early today, and because both ends of the street are blocked off to traffic, and it was so quiet, I sat outside in the front garden with a big pint mug of tea and a wedge of toast.
I could hear myself think, well maybe 'think' is a bit ambitious and beyond me, me being a bit dozy, but I trained my ears to hear Nora (over the road) singing 'Indian Love Call', and when she got to the line."When I'm Calling You, oo, oo, oo.....oo, oo, oo", I sang as loud as I could, "I am over here, Nora, dear, d'ya fancy a cup of tea ee, ee, ee.......ee, ee, ee?"
She just shouted back, "It's about time you cleaned your windows."
Romance definitely is dead.
