What the hell
are they there for? A little grid
, or lattice
if you will, bored through the heavy plaster of my walls. One on either side of my bed
They let in the cold and the noise of those angry buliders yelling obscenities next door - "I may be 40 mate, but i can still pull a 30 year old root!"..Urgggh, sure you can...
They feel so 1960s for some reason - my nan's house used to have them and they blended so well with the rest of her retro decor.
Perhaps that is where the nightmares get in...