And the construction of the scaffolding goes on. Not only are the buildiers experts at their job, but true artists. The East side of our building is now more or less enclosed in scaffolding and today they will begin on the end bits as I was informed. I told the builder I managed my after lunch sleep despite the noise of a drill and metallic parts being fitted together. He remarked that he would be glad for a lunch time sleep, but he did laugh. After this part of the construction all the screws and bolts will be re-tightened as they want to be sure that everything is safe. I only arrived in the afternoon with my camera as I was busy doing housewife stuff and cooking in the morning. He said they missed me in the morning. I am becoming famous on the building site.
We nearly had our first casualty when the builders had finished for the day. I was sitting at my desk and saw a movement in front of the window. As I had completed my upload of photos from the camera, I grabbed my mobile phone camera to see if there was something useful.
And Roschti, the feline next door was suddenly balanceced on the walkway in front of my computer central window. He was poised and ready for more action. My feline Tabby, was already recovering from his daily work somewhere curled up in a cushion, but Roschti was the male of the species and always had a cling to adventure. Over the past 15 years he had had his ups and downs and injuries, but always survived. I found this was interesting and called Mr. Swiss. He opened the window and we noticed that Roschti was running back and forth on the walkway and was not a happy bunny.
After taking a few more Roschti action photos I realised there was something wrong, Although like all able felines, he managed to hop onto the platform, he no longer remembered how to leave. Mrs. Swiss was worried, but I am action woman and went ouside into the garden, having visions of rescuing Roschti and carrying him in my arms to safety accompanied by the applause from the neighbours, although it would have been difficult with a walking stick.
Roschti saw me approaching and moved to the end of the wooden planks. He was now opposite the pile of tiles removed from the end of my garden by the gardeners. He looked at me and looked at the pile and made his choice. With a light safe spring he landed on the tiles and descended. He was saved. I am really convinced he was a very worried feline. I hope that he does not attempt any more discoveries of the new landscape. There are now stairs connecting the various levels and he could easily arrive on the roof.
And now I must go. Today Mr. Swiss has his meeting of ex school classmates in a restaurant for lunch. The lady owning the restaurant was also in his class. It is in the next village, so either he walks the distance, which would be half an hour, or he takes the local train, I have the car to execute the week-end shopping journey, my first real big solo journey since a year at least. I often now drive, but he is always at my side with helpful hints and commands, which I do not really need, but he feels safer that way. I might even miss him givien instructions today. It is not really the driving that is a problem, but the actual shopping. I am slower now in movement and it does help to have an assistant to pack everyhing whilst I deal with the financial side at the cash desk.
After mutual consultations, I composed the shopping list on a cloud on my phone, so what could possibly happen.
And now it is action time with the vacuum cleaner, mop and afterwards a journey into the unknown. Have fun everyone, and I will be back with further reports from somewhere in the middle of Switzerland where the cows and crows say goodnight to each other.