This is how I felt this morning when I was awoken by digging shovels and scraping in front of my bedroom window, which was closed, luckily. Yes the builders are here. They are not poltergeists, but the real thing, with tools that make digging noises and wheelbarrows.
They arrived yesterday afternoon, but it was not our turn, so we watched what they did to the other front gardens, which was not really very much. The front garden is just a practice station for the real king-sized thing. They only have to remove tiles. I cannot wait to take some photos, but I would now have to lift the blinds and open the windows and step outside, and introduce myself as the local photographer which may not be wishds for by the workers. They are only doing their job, and we are now just putting a brave face on it and trying to digest it with a little bit of humour.
The most astonishing thing I saw yesterday was a young lady, piling bricks and wheeling refuse away in a wheelbarrow. We females now have equality on the building sites – and why not. Power to the women. I had a brilliant idea, although Mr. Swiss is not so enthusiastic. I found if they remove two rows of tiles next to our wall, where later the scaffolding will be embeded, there will be a layer of earth in between. Now if I get some seeds at the gardening store for climbing plants, I could plant them in the spaces between the scaffolding poles and the whole concept of the scadffolding would be much nearer to nature. Climbing plants on the scadffolding, what a great idea. Mr. Swiss found forget it, not everyone will share my over zealous attitude. I see nature at its best, with perhaps even a few flowers in between, but the workers may not see it that way.
In the meanwhile three outside parking places have been conquered by building equipment. That does not really bother me, just something for a photo. We have our car in the subterranean garage, where no builders can touch it. I took the photo on my return yesterday afternoon. I had written my blogs, whilst Mr. Swiss had to go into town and when he returned I decided to take a walkabout in the village to see if there was any action in the flowering world. I have discovered that Spring is a great time for photos. All the trees are getting their leaves and flowers.
I stopped to take a photo on my walk now and again and was hoping that people living in the houses belonging to the bushes were not watching in hiding through their windows. It could get embarrassing if some approached me and asked what I though I was doing taking photos of their gardens. Our village does not just have houses, but many are wannabe villas and the contents are not usually bought online from the local supermarket but ordered to measure.
Even the stray dandelions growing ouside the buildings were something better than the normal dandelion. They were bigger and their colours more radiant. Perhaps they might get a dose of special fertiliser containing high tech drugs.
As I arrived home I noticed our invaders were leaving and our front garden was still untouched, but this morning at the crack of dawn they made up for lost time.
And now I should be making up for lost time and not sitting at the computer writing rubbish. There is week-end shopping to do, the cloud list already completed with our wishes. Mr. Swiss is already showered and dressed and I am still in my nightdress. I will be back with more exciting stories from the Swiss outpost.