An Englishman's Home...

Some men with a big yellow digger turned up the other day to demolish the 1930s house across the road. From my desk I had a grandstand view, and I was just thinking 'I must get myself one of those' while wondering idly how long the job would take when the operator no more than nudged one corner of the building, just below the roof, and the whole edifice collapsed in a sorry heap like a brick soufflé. What's worrying is that my own house is virtually the condemned one's twin. I'll have to go gently with the hammer next time I hang a picture.