Good morning from the breakfast room at the Angloswiss villa. The table is set for breafast and I have almost eaten my two frugal slices of bread and jam. The computer has been powered up, so what could possibly happen.
It was then that I hear a knock on the window. We were both in the back bedrooms and I was not dressed for entertaining people, so Mr. Swiss dropped everything to see what the problem was. A painter was standing in front of the windows and informed that today was the day. The other side of our appartment would have its walls painted and we would be enclosed in plastic. The whole process only takes a day it seems and then it will be finished.
The painter began his preparations for the plastic cocoon. He attached his edges to the window and before he could continue further another guy arrived. He was not dressed in white overalls with a paint roller in his pocket. He had so-called store clothes, as they said in the cowboy films. and in the cowboy films the guys in store clothes were always the villains.
He had a board in his hand with a paper clip and was busy writing stuff down. This is dangerous. Our painter stopped his work and they moved on together. This is never a good sign when the store clothes guys arrive, because they begin to alter everything. We were under the impression that a day in plastic was not big problem, but the result of these discussions might mean a delay and two days in plastic. Trust no-one, especially if they are builders and their attachments. Our painter has now disappeared – will he return, it is almost their morning break time. I have my doubts.
We managed to reap one important information that our scaffolding will be removed on 23rd October, just another 3 weeks of seclusion from the outer world, although seeing is believing. I cannot imagine how it used to be with a free and open view on the world outside.
This is how it used to be, a perfect place to relax outside in the Summer and even eat your meals. And now?
Need I say more. At least we had room to drink a cup of coffee or tea outside and watch the scaffolding.
Today it will be a shopping trip to the local supermarket and I will not be sorry. We can escape from the excitement of watching the paint dry on our walls, although our painters have now disappeared with the guy in the store clothes. I tell you, you cannot trust those people with the clip boards and the pen in the hand.
In the meanwhile Tabby ventures outside to her water bowl, but has disappeared again as the painter has returned and is now sealing my kitchen window from the outside world.
Enjoy the day and do not forget, beware of the painters and those wearing “store clothes”.