Update! I returned back Sunday night from a weekend away in Greece* to find stupendous developments had taken place in my absence. In addition to pavements we have been tarmac-ed. ASPHALT! Clean, pure, smooth, dark asphalt. Whats more, asphalt with no sign of construction equipment, drills or industrial-level dust in the vicinity. It was so fresh last night that a smell of burnt tar smouldered in the air and my sandals stuck to the road as I trudged home up the hill. It was glorious.
Clearly, if my absence is what it takes to initiate developments like this then I'll happily volunteer to disappear for a few days whenever necessary.
Behold the developments since last week. Quite the improvement, you'll agree, even with the pavements covered with parked cars.
And my balcony with my lovely basil and mint plants, which it took me prolonged investigation before I found them in a flower shop buried under an apartment building
I'm laughing so hard, reading this and your last post. I am quite shocked, since arriving in London, to find that most pavements and roads are just as crap as they are in the Balkans. And where they have been fixed, they have invariably been ruined by those bloody raised dot slabs... yes, I know they're for blind people, but honestly, they really hurt my feet! I think I would prefer to be stumbling over the holes, Balkan-style...
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