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
