On manly duties after work last night, I left work in pursuit of jump leads, as our VW seems to have a flat battery.
Rather than surrender my money to the capitalist running dogs of the high street chain, I elected to procure my wares from the small-world tories in the long-standing motor factors just round the corner from my old flat.
Imagine the horror as I passed number 123 and saw the addition of shiny new UPVC where my beautiful old sash windows once were.
My partner and I spent HOURS taking those windows out; stripping, repairing, filling and painting/varnishing them, before rehanging them newly weighted to adjust for the lighter modern glass panes that we had installed. You could lift and close them with one finger, such was the expertise of the work.
It was a huge achievement, and probably the refurbishment we were most proud of.
The sight of the UPVC struck me like a rusty blunt dagger through the heart.
Bugger them!
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