|the view from my kitchen window|
Our home in this rural Wiltshire market town is a very small but useful bolthole for when we are in England - a coach house on a new housing estate with the living accommodation built above four garages, very secure for when we want to lock up and leave it for several months. This home is so very different to our house in France but what it lacks in character and space is compensated by its warmth and convenience for the brief periods we spend here.
We have no glorious views of the countryside. My kitchen window looks out onto a courtyard and a block of apartments. Rather like Hitchcock’s Rear Window I can watch my neighbours while I’m washing dishes at the sink. I don’t know many of them to speak to but I am very familiar with their daily routine. I know what time they go to work and what time they get home. I know who does the cooking because they are busy in their kitchens at the same time as me.
Most of the residents are young couples except for Mr & Mrs Irish. They are an elderly couple who retired here from Ireland to be closer to their daughter who lives nearby. Mr Irish is always very chatty and keeps us up to date with the local gossip. He has informed us today that the new family who moved in next door to us are 150% better than the last family and that a new lady has moved into the middle flat. Also the girl in the top flat has been off work for several weeks after an operation on her jaw and Mr Frost has got a new car. (He was outside washing it this morning.)
I’m convinced there are vampires occupying the ground floor flat. They have their blinds pulled all the time and always have hoods pulled up over their heads when they venture outside. I mistakenly thought that the corner flat was occupied by hit men as they were always carrying guns in and out. Transpired that the ‘guns’ were in fact fishing rods.
We will enjoy being here for a while but after a couple of months Paul will be pacing up and down like a caged animal desperate to get back to his garden in France. In the meantime I shall enjoy being a 'curtain twitcher' and watching the comings and goings of my neighbours.