Daily Prompt: Daily disasters


I have been living disastrously for the past 3 months, since the builders moved in and took over. Here I am sitting at the computer in my little room trying to write something that has nothing to do with building, but today is a special day. It is the “Builders most disastrous day”. They are doing their best to annoy me.

I rise from my midday sleep, interspersed with builder noise, not from the tools, the tools now friendly tools. Just cladding applications. I decide to open the window and let the fresh air of Summer in. I am on the shady side of the appartment, so the sun does not bother me but where is the sun. In front of my window I have some sort of plastic drape hanging down. It is tubular plastic and I am convinced that it is an outlet for bits and pieces of debris which will come tumbling down from the roof where someone is applying a flame thrower.

There is also a block of cladding material in the background. Who knows, they might need some more, or perhaps they think it is time to clad humans. Why not, we would match our background. Perhaps we will be painted light green eventually, the same colour that our block will be painted. We will then melt into the background. They have already forgotten that we happen to live here and humans are spoling the smooth running of the work.  I am siting in half darkness and am not allowed to leave my room as a new step was installed yesterday which is still in the process of drying and is not safe to step on.

I hear the merry calls of the roof workers to those on the ground.

“Where are you going?”

“Looking for an Austrian”

Not a person but the name of a special tool most probably. The building language here is basically German. An “Englander” (english person) is actually a spanner. Yes, other countries other words. And now the builder on the next floor is hammering. I have no idea what he is hammering as I canot see him, just hear him. Opposite someone is sawing and I can hear a radio.

My normal disasters of perhaps burning the meat, or not cooking the veg enough are now in the background. Even forgetten to buy something in the supermarket is no longer a problem.

The only walks we take are to see how the work is progressing. We are two golden oldies that do not have to do anything, just please ourselves. Today Mr. Swiss said he was looking forward to the week-end. The week-end stopped for us a few years ago, but it has returned. When the week-end arrives, there are no builders, we are just left with a scaffolding and even the scaffolding has its romantic moments at night when no-one is here to disturb the silence of the night.


Daily Prompt: Daily Disasters

Good Morning

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When you look out the window first thing in the morning to see how things are looking, you realise they have arrived. When a figure in human form turns his head and you see that the face is not human, then you know they are amongst us. They are mixing potions, spreading it on our new house insulation and who knows, in a year we might all look like the aliens. It is their way of slowly infiltrating into the human race. A new species is taking over, known as builders.

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You take another look out of the window, perhaps it was the early morning light that caused this human to appear human. Then you know that they live underground. They are amongst us. I was sure a new series was being filmed for “The Living Dead”, but I saw no cameras (except for mine), this is reality building.

In the meanwhile things are happening, A new outside step was fitted to our rooms on the East Side yesterday.

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It seemed to be heavy, but the extra terrestrial had strength and after coating the base with a black substance, something from another world, he covered this new step with a white substance and afterwards they were fitted together. I then discovered that these people from another world speak our language and was told that I was forbidden to walk on this new step for a day. Was it unsafe, or did they want to be sure that its magic properties were preserved? I told them that my cat did not really understand human speech and I could not gurantee that he would not put his paws on it. I was assured that cat weight is not to be compared with the 60-70 kilo of human weight, so there would be not problem.

And now back to the normal world. Something strange happened in Switzerland two days ago. A pistenbully (one of those machines for making ski runs in the snowy mountains) was doing its job in the alps and uncovered the remains of two humans, frozen for eternity in an ice crevice. It was obvious, from the clothing, that these remains were from at least 70 years ago. They were moved for forensic examinations. In the meanwhile a 79 year old lady has been inverviewed on the TV and is sure that they are her parents that disappeared when is was just a kid. There were 7 brothers and sisters left without parents. The parents had an alp hut and they made they way to see to the animals and never returned. In the meanwhile the chidren were left with various relatives to grow up with, but the lady who spoke on the TV said they never gave up hope that the parents would one day be found. It was suspected that their fate was an accident. If the DNA proof shows that these are the missing parents, the daughter says that they will at last be buried together. It happens often in the alps, in any mountains, that the missing are one day returned.

And still in the world of strange things, the new Dr. Who will be a lady. I am not really a faithful follower of Dr. Who, although I quite like a little science fiction now and again. I am more from the generation of the first Dr. Who series and the Daleks. Somehow this bothers me. Dr. Who has always been a masculine person and it fitted. Now we have a lady with lipstick. I am all for equality of the sexes etc. but a lady Dr. Who just does not fit the role. We should really let the men be men now and again. Perhaps there will be feminine Daleks in the new series that will marry and have baby Daleks. In 20 years the programme will be titled Son/Daughter of Dr. Who conquers the new Dalek generation.

To the background noise of drills and builder aliens I will move on. They let me out today for shopping. Due to the fact that No. 1 son is not here and I am still cooking enough to feed three persons, we seem to be living on warmed up leftovers in the evening. I now have a longing for fresh evening food.

Enjoy the day and do not forget, the aliens are amongst us. There is something strange when you take a photo of the moon and it is almost midday.

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