Oh deep joy, the workmen are back. Banging, scraping, digging, watching one another… oh yes, seems to be an unwirtten rule that one of them do something and the rest will watch. Always takes at very least three men to do any job. When they run out of work they just sit and look into the distance. Seems that even if they finish early, they are paid by the hour, so they will happily ( or unhappily, I don’t know ) sit and stare into space for hours on end.

The foreman is “Freddy”, he is the one in the sweatless t-shirt with a modest gold chain around his neck. The also rans wear yesterday´s t-shirts and are slighly darker and slightly shorter than Freddy. They will be digging a swimming pool first, which as far as I can see will be very small, just enuff to stand upright, a bit like a vertical bathtub. I am most intrigued. Unlikley anyone will be getting a certificate for a length of that bath.

Also on the back of the envelope is a sort of garden shed. The garden is already very small, and I killed all the weeds off with a few squirts of Roundup, so the tools required at the moment consist of a plastic spray bottle, and a knife to cut down the overhanging banana branches now and then. Since the garden will now be even smaller, the logic of building a shed to house the tools escapes me, but I’m sure all will become clear in due course.