There are no longer gentle awakenings in my home. I have 2 iPads and an iPhone that awake me with birdsong, gently but effective. Now I have a troop of builders who begin work at 7.00 am and waste no time with switching on their various drills: not exactly birdsong, but something similar to a Steven Spielberg movie, with the words “They’re here”. We were warned yesterday on the visit from one of my favourite builders that today they would begin at 10.00 am removing the layers of insulation from our block. We live ground floor and there are two other levels above us. Of course they begin at the top. They could not wait to get started and when I arose my garden already resembled a Cristo scupture, packed in plastic.
And then the blocks came tumbling down onto our beloved lawn and the men were already there to carry them away. Admittedly they were only styropore blocks from the insulation, but it is better to stay indoors today to avoid headlines of “housewife struck by falling styropore blocks”. I have not seen my cat all morning, he seems to have found a quiet place hidden from the builder attacks. It seems they are ahead of schedule which does not bother me, the quicker the better. I used my charm on the builder and he said that when the day’s work was finished they would remove the plastic sheets on my garden and replace them tomorrow morning. At least my garden can again breathe. They actually intended to do our part last week, but changed the plan. They had already covered with the plastic sheeting which I removed a day later as I realised it was not yet necessary. Now it is, and I cannot avoid it.
They also began on our roof yesterday. This does not really affect us so much. The complete rubble and surface of the roof was removed by a pipeline leading to a large truck which sucked it all away. Even the truck bore my married name, but Gerbers are everywhere in Switzerland. They come originally from the Emmental and if you look in the telephone book featuring the village of Langnau, you will find that 99% of the names are Gerber, so no big deal. And so this wonderful example of modern machinery pumped away our covering on the roof to the accompanying noise of a motor. When you hear a motor from morning at 7.30 until evening at 5.30 p.m. it does tend to be an annoyance: it is all in the name of improvement of course.
We managed to escape yesterday afternoon by taking a walk along the river, but even then we were confronted with a problem – see my blog An Afternoon with a Qualm where we had a meeting with a bull.
Otherwise life goes on, with its normal background noises of our merry builders, In half an hour they have their coffee break which means 15-20 minutes of the quiet before the continuing storm. There is one very good aspect of our trials this week. The plan is to be finished by the end of the week, perhaps earlier, and then the days of noise and plastic sheets are finished. The rest is a quiet work of replastering and painting which last until September. I even stopped taking photos because I realised it was all the same stuff. Now there will be different themes, artists and scupturers at work.
And now to move on, today is supermarket day to replenish on our food supplies. We have warm weather, quite sunny, ideal for a walk if you find some shade. I am no longer happy walking in the sun or bathing in it.
See you later if I do not get struck by a piece of tumbling masonary in the meanwhile.
River Aar with a faint glimpse of the Bernese Alps in the background