Yesterday at 7.20 am the building noises started. This is an hour earlier than we have been enjoying of late (including on one Sunday morning!) The reason was that it was roofing day on the neighbouring emergent apartment block. Breakfast on the bougainevillea-smothered balcony was not a peaceful affair.
Seven men were aloft doing things with the cement that was splurting out of the spout. The foreman was shouting his usual monosyllabic instructions (which have improved our Greek no end) and every so often a new cement lorry would appear down the makeshift lane!
We adjourned to the beach pretty soon to enjoy 34 degrees C and very little wind.- until 3pm that is- when there was the first gust and a sandblaster started. (We had only paid for the sunbed half an hour before - owing to Thomas from FYROM - the bed man - being distracted into new entrepreneurial activity - lugging drinks and a coolbox along the beach hoping for sales. His son had spent the previous couple of days trying an ordering service from the Jetee with little success)
Anyway! Back at the construction site concrete work was over by the evening and the sprinklers were on. People visited the roof up till midnight and now - this morning - an eery silence reigns (except for the sprinkler and flapping tarpaulin) Our friend Manolis the Builder filled us in on the family involved and said he is expecting to do the brickwork - but not until October - so we may not have too much more to endure this summer.
Having left London on 070707 we have now completed our second glorious year of retirement bliss and ex-pat living. Here is the breakdown on nights spent in Year 2.(Chloe eventually reported in from Barcelona in the rain - having been in Jersey, St Malo, Fontainebleau and Paris - a chip off the old blocks! She met up with Chris and they are on their way to Benicassim near Valencia for another festival)