A Blowy Night

Ever since we had new U-PVC windows installed, some 12 or 15 years ago our bedroom sings in the wind. We didn't pay extra, but somehow we got the free upgrade to Aeolian Windows or more likely Aeolian Frames. I guess somewhere there's a tiny gap in the mastic and the whole window resonates like a bass flute. When it's really windy - like last night - both windows go for it in harmony.

So there we were, trying to get to sleep and stay asleep with the whole bedroom howing like ghosts in a bad Victorian melodrama, when BB gives up and goes for some LILO time (liquid in - liqid out, i.e. a cup of tea and a pee) and as he's brailling his way back round the bed in the dark he sees flickering lights outside to go with the woo-woo ghostie noises.

This morning we find that next door's posh garden shed, which backs on to our five foot high, Yorkshire stone, 200 year old garden wall has its toof tied on with rope and two of the coping stones where the roof obviously crashed down on its way north have been dislodged. And the end fence-post for our dog fence (the tensioner for the main support wire) has been knocked two feet out of skew.

Great!

And the weather forecast says it's going to get windy tonight.

A Blowy Night

Ever since we had new U-PVC windows installed, some 12 or 15 years ago our bedroom sings in the wind. We didn't pay extra, but somehow we got the free upgrade to Aeolian Windows or more likely Aeolian Frames. I guess somewhere there's a tiny gap in the mastic and the whole window resonates like a bass flute. When it's really windy - like last night - both windows go for it in harmony.

So there we were, trying to get to sleep and stay asleep with the whole bedroom howing like ghosts in a bad Victorian melodrama, when BB gives up and goes for some LILO time (liquid in - liqid out, i.e. a cup of tea and a pee) and as he's brailling his way back round the bed in the dark he sees flickering lights outside to go with the woo-woo ghostie noises.

This morning we find that next door's posh garden shed, which backs on to our five foot high, Yorkshire stone, 200 year old garden wall has its toof tied on with rope and two of the coping stones where the roof obviously crashed down on its way north have been dislodged. And the end fence-post for our dog fence (the tensioner for the main support wire) has been knocked two feet out of skew.

Great!

And the weather forecast says it's going to get windy tonight.