This morning, when the building work began around 7am, there was a bit of tapping and drilling noise and a slight chemical smell. It was not enough to draw me to investigate and I drifted back to sleep. When I raised the blind, around 9.30, I discovered the wall has risen by another level. As I expected, the wall is going to protrude just over a metre beyond our building and my balcony.
This is what it looks like from the chair inside my bedroom .The wall will, of course, keep going higher - to 9 storeys. I'd prefer it wasn't there, but it is not terrible. Yes, it will block some of my view from the balcony, but it is nowhere near as drastic as I had feared.


As her home shores she departed,
She blogged of her travels and much much much more,
Of Shakespeare,Anne Hathaway and all that folklore,
Of linens and thread,
Of meals and new beds,
Till she picked up her skirts and ran for that plane,
Leaving the UK and all of that rain,
As holding her breath she just made it back,
As the world all fell silent and had to change tack.
So she’s blogged for a year,
But the last postings now here,
As she knitted and sewed and crocheted and cooked,
And we all waited to see what new activity she’d booked,
With birds being feed,
And sunsets all red,
We enjoyed the wide views,
From the balconies two,
And those golfing kangaroos were really just great,
And we mustn’t forget Murtle ( and of course her best mate)
So farewell and adieu to Jillian’s fair table,
As we all await soon to hear old Aesop’s Fables.
(Eat your heart out Keats - well it is his 200th anniversary this week)









































