Since Iain and I moved into our flat (it’s actually a house, I only call it that because if I say we moved into our house everyone’s going to think we bought a house – we have not bought a house) we have had no back garden. We have space for one, but it has been ripped out and in the process of being re-done. It has been in the process since around this time last year.
We share a courtyard with the rest of the houses that face us and are next to us, being able to see right into our neighbour’s windows has had its perks but I think now we are done creeping in on them – the ones with pets will still continue to be crept on (across the road had a cat for a while and it was super cute).
Over Christmas, we used the space, even though strictly speaking we weren’t supposed to, for beer pong and parties. The builders didn’t do any work for a good month because of storms and smoke in the air (which only amounted to all of about a week lost, so goodness knows what else they were doing). We did, however, receive a very interesting email, perhaps by accident, blaming one woman, Kate, who sounded like she was in charge of the whole project and taking no charge at that. Poor Kate got absolutely torn to pieces in this email, as everything that had gone wrong had been pinned on her in this poorly written completely illiterate email – she probably doesn’t even exist but we did feel sorry for her.
Now, that we are stuck inside the full time the builders have decided to get their backs into gear and attempt to work hard on the courtyard. Great timing – just after summer finishes and whilst everyone is stuck inside – sarcasm, obviously because the builders are extremely noisy from around 7:30 am to around 6:30 pm some nights.
Here’s me attempting to sit on my balcony and enjoy the last of the summer sun armed with my book and sunglasses (with some lemon juice in my hair as an attempt to lighten it without paying $300) and just as I read the first line all I can hear is the power drill, power saw or something with extra power and extra noise just to annoy everyone.
So whilst we’ve been stuck inside, attempting to find any job to do around the house, we have had to sit listening to the builders outside with their rubbish music and annoying power tools. I’ve not even been able to have a lie-in and I’ve had absolutely nothing to get up for – the absolute outrage.
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