We got home from our lovely beach trip earlier in July, only to discover that while we had been gone (for 5 days) the owners of our building had decided to have the outside redone. We walked up to the building and there was scaffolding covering the front of the building. We went down to the apartment discussing the lack of safety measures in place for the workers, put up the blinds and were shocked to see that they had also covered the back of the house with the scaffolding as well. Our beloved terrace had been taken over by the most unsafe looking scaffolding ever. Not only that, but to set it up they had to take all of our things off the terrace and they just sort of piled it all willy nilly out in the yard. Needless to say, many of the girls' flimsier outdoor toys did not survive.
It's been weeks now, and it's still there. And it wouldn't be a bad thing, but we don't let the girls out in the garden anymore because of the work. Yesterday, I saw a bucket fall from the top layer of scaffolding. To be fair though, their pully system is just a hook tied to a rope, so you know, things are bound to fall every once in awhile. They leave all their tools and work supplies out on the terrace. I have found nails, broken glass, and razor blades hiding in the grass. Of all this, the thing that bothers me most is all the random guys walking around the garden and staring in at us. Blatantly. I now have a new appreciation for how fish in bowls must feel.
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