When the window fitters ripped out the old windows, one of them knocked on the door to the room in which the kittens and I were sheltering from the dust. "Just wanted to show you this," he said, holding up a piece of rolled-up newspaper. "Your windows were last replaced in 1979."
Those newspapers spent thirty years providing stunningly inadequate insulation between our walls and our single-pane windows. It is so much quieter in the house now, even though the downstairs windows won't be replaced until tomorrow.
Three cheers for obscured glass
I am so excited about taking showers without being visible from the neighbour's gardens.