My window overlooks a busy road and so I have many distractions as excuses for doing very little. People come and go all day, kids go to and come back from school while the elderly exercise themselves and their dogs.
One of the local drug dealers no longer makes an appearance, his house was busted by a rather large group of police officers, since when he has not been seen. His family are still there however, and even though of age, the girls never attend school. I wonder how they get away with it.
There is a flatbed truck over the road. It is owned by a guy who collects rubbish from house clearance and then disposes of it, somehow and somewhere. He came out of jail a few weeks ago so I am guessing that his business is legal and above board, though there are many cases of fly tipping around here.
The oak trees are now without leaves so the squirrels are easier to spot. They are greys here of course, and there is no shortage. At night we even find foxes wandering up and down the road as if they own the place, which of course in a way they do.
We are a microcosm of course. The country is in a mess with a government of chancers and villains, knowing that they can get away with more or less anything, because, fundamentally, most people don't care. As long as we have the telly and some alcohol, the rest of the world does not exist. We sit inside our little boxes and look out with unseeing eyes.
