The world from my window

The whole village is talking about it. It kicked off just after people squeezed into church for midnight mass. I was at home nursing a heavy cold and watching Love Actually. Number One Son, home from University, came back from the village pub. He said it was boring and decided to go into town instead. When he came back a couple of hours later, he asked what was going on. 'What?' I said, oblivious, as I was soaking up the scene where the woman dives in to that muddy lake after Colin Firth's bits of flying paper. 'There's a police car parked outside our house and a load of angry looking people in the pub doorway.'' About half an hour later, Mr Grigg heard the sound of breaking glass and high heels running down the road. The next day, as we had smoked salmon and champagne breakfast at Mr St John's, we heard that a group of people, including a local builder with his shirt off, had been in an angry mood. An hour or so later, Mr Grigg got the low-down from the...