For the last week, workers have been demolishing the house one over from us. Hence I feel naked. They came first and removed what I can only assume was the asbestos from the garage ceiling, they then removed the guttering from the home, I wonder for recycling maybe? They didn’t remove the roof tiles which we thought may have been salvageable.
The large orange machine then, has been making his way slowly through the walls, pulling them down, which took all of two days, the third day was removing large piles of rubble. The house has been vacant for about 18 months, the gardens have gone to ruin, along with the abandoned home.
Molly Mole Pants is in hiding, she doesn’t think much of the noise either, she is also still on anti-biotics and has been since New Years Eve, stubborn as.
As an after thought:
The funniest thing I saw at Christmas in relation to the abandoned house, was a neighbour walking around with the abandoned homes bin, as his was full, so he was using theirs as well. Smart guy, never thought of that.
|The grey wall is ours, then the driveway for the people behind us then the property that has been demolished.|
|So much sky, I feel naked.|
So once they finished I do indeed feel naked, exposed, I have never seen so much sky. I need to water the trees more so they grow quickly. I guess it will take a year or two to build the new home and that begs the questions:
- What style will we get
- What will the new neighbours be like
- Where do they hail from
- Are they friendly
- Am I being nosey
Michael comes home and asks me what’s going on next door
- I say I know as much as you do
- He says, you usually know more
Good point, Brownie points earned here I think, unless he is being a smart ass and his comment has gone over my head, which is entirely likely.
|Dutch heritage so entirely likely yes. xx|
I am curious and anxious. Time will tell.