My “good” mornings will probably become “Bad” mornings from the week after next until October. Our appartment block(s) will have the front and back refurbished with paint and improvements on the facade, meaning we will be in a cocoon of metal scaffolding for half a year. We are on the ground floor and our porch will be rendered unfit for usage.
There have been many suggestions and meetings, but the samartypants won the decision and decided that the most expensive method must be the best. Many clapped their hands, generally the inexperienced younger member of the tribe, others do not own their appartment, as we do, so had nothing to say. The golden oldies with more building experience found it is really not necessary to do such a rigorous job. The majority decision wins the race, so all is left for us is to go (not at my age living in such wonderful surroundings) or pay our share. Last week I notice two guys walking around outside and entering my patch of garden, looking intensively at everything. Mrs. Angloswiss was in the kitchen writing her wise Good Morning words and saw them.
“Hello, what are you doing?”
“I am the project manager” said the guy in charge, his attachment said nothing.
“Good” said I, “then you can tell me how long our blinds will be missing” (another part of the luxury replacement plan which is not necessary because it was decided we also need new blinds).
“Until October, it was all discussed yesterday at the meeting.”
“Meeting? they do not interest me.” which was probably the wrong answer, but I am passed caring. Mr. Swiss and I did not go to the meeting, because we found it lost time in the evening.
There were many things discussed at the meeting and yesterday we got the official letter from the company that looks after the official appartment affairs. Next week all furniture on the porch must be removed, our hedges on the east side will be removed (and replaced after the work is finished by a gardener). This means basically that during the summer months we will not be able to use our porch for eating meals outside, for relaxing and reading a book or using the computer, because there will be no furniture or seats left to use.
Our reaction: wait and see how it really looks. The scadffolding will be placed at the edge of our garden up to the top of the building. It means that our heavy table will have to be put into cellar storage. No problem, we have the room, only my golden oldie husband cannot shift such a table and neither can I. My son is capable, but not on his own, so we will have to organise help, and proably have to pay for it. Our blinds will be removed during the summer months and we have permanent sun on the West side, so we have now organised those panel stripes as curtains to be fitted. We never really had curtains, but it is not lost money as what we are having done is a very good solution and will remain afterwards.
We have a smalller plastic table and the general plastic outside balcony chairs still in the cellar which I can perhaps put on the porch when I see how the whole experiement develops. They are quickly organised and removed afterwards. Where there is a will there is a way, and no-one prevents me from sitting on my own porch for the next 5 months. Our motto now is “wait and see”. One guy that lives here is moving somewhere else for the next half year. He is on the resident’s committee for the whole show and mainly responsible for the miserable plight that we now find ourselves in, but he will be away, so does not have a problem. I am wondering what will happen to his 15 year old cat in the meanwhile, because I am sure he will not take it with him. Others have balconies, so they are not so much affected as we are with our garden. We are basically two appartments that are mostly affected, two parties that were against the whole gold plated idea.
One advantage, I will be inundating you all with photos of the progress of the work, of scaffolding, of workers in overalls with their wheelbarrows or whatever they use. And of course I will keep you up to date with any discussions, arguments or fights they might break out in the meanwhile, perhaps an occasional murder. Oh yes, Mrs. Swiss is annoyed, very much so, with the ignorance of some people.
And now to calm down and concentrate on the daily problems. This morning my server was on a slow speed on my iPad and I scarcely got into WorPress. As it was all apple, it was the safari server that was not doing its job. I hate such inconvenience, especially in the morning. It confuses my itinery completely. I have two iPads and they both decided to go slow. Suddenly all was back to normal and so I could finish what I urgently wanted to do. It should now be smooth running, after all it is Saturday and I do not have to go places and do things.
I must go, otherwise nothing will be done. Enjoy the day