Windows. I don’t really like to open them, not because I am paranoid like my mother who thinks thieves will immediately clamber through them if they are left open and unattended for a minute but simply I don’t feel the need to. You could say that I get a cold easily, even in summer I often have one whilst still feeling as if the rest of my body is being cooked.
The last few days have been quite warm though in England so this morning, I felt the need to open the window in my bedroom as the air was stuffy and hot. Eagerly anticipating a breath of fresh air to revitalize the atmosphere, I took in a deep lungful of tandoori chicken. Yes my friend, the scent of tandoori chicken floated through my window and dispersed itself into my room. You see, my mother was cooking downstairs in the kitchen and in her desire to get some fresh air through opening the kitchen’s windows, she had deprived me of the sweet fresh air of polluted London.
Alas, back to the fan we go.