Dawned a beautiful morning. Scents of Lavender and Cystus, the Portugal smell.
The builders arrived dead on 8.. Formal handshakes, all round. .
By 11. 50 , they started clearing up, slowly, thoroughly.
At Noon, the boss arrived and they all skedaddled off for lunch, after we'd breached the case of beer.
Returned at 1, loaded the truck, Cheerfully.
" The painters should arrive,early next week", says the boss "... " Should we talk money".... " Mais Loguo ". " Later ".
They've left us just a week's supply of water. There's 10mm of rain forecast for next Friday. Will we make it?
Damn good excuse not to hose down the dusty terraces.