From the sublime to the ridiculous
At the weekend-two days ago-we were sitting in our garden, admiring our Bird of Paradise plant and basking in the late autumn sunshine.........As you do.
Today, the garden resembles a corner of downtown Beirut and, I suspect, Beirut may be quieter. How can this have happened I hear you ask (well, I might hear it were it not for my perforated eardrums!)
Part of it is part of a long term and carefully thought out plan to continue to improve the garden. I want a fig tree and I don't want a tree that is there and which now provides too much shade without being of interest in any other way. So we asked Sebastian to dig up the offending tree to make space for a new one.
So far, so good. But in the fierce rain of the last 10 days (the weather doesn't do light drizzle here) the imperfections in our rather elderly roof (frequently repaired during the last 5 years) have begun to be a problem. So, we decided to have a completely new roof. "Great" said Fernandez y Alba, our friendly builders, "We can do that for you. We'll be along on Monday" and so they were and so was probably the worst storm I have ever experienced here. The streets and the Paseo Maritimo turned into rivers, the garden was a mud bath and, since we didn't have much of a roof left by this stage, we had an interesting water feature in most rooms-I have never seen indoor waterfalls before! Fortunately, we were able to get the house covered in plastic sheeting (held down by some branches of pine trees which are also being lopped) before too much damage was done and today the sun has been out and we are beginning to feel that one day this noise might stop and we will return to admiring our Bird of Paradise plant!