Post by helgaparis on Aug 29, 2016 18:22:20 GMT
CC, NEXT summer, I'll only relax.
Or change a window ;-)
Somehow I plan on holidays every year but Ihave no skills for that.
Rhonda, I have people strolling into my private space before the door all the time. It's a public courtyard, where people have to cross, but the gardens are clearly private. But they just have to pet the cat on my garden table.
The clients for the osteopath are bad enough, but they don't move so well and don't wind themselves between plants.
But since there are a few short term rental apartments, it gets worse. Some just harvest fruits, without even looking if there is someone to ask for permission. Must be a pulsion from our origin: fruits = collect them.
At those, I snap, they don't take another berry. (If they admire and talk, I give them some)
Saturday night, I saw three strange ladies strolling between the bushes in a very dark part of the garden, with access only to a few ground floor ateliers. All neighbours were out of town and only a crazy person would walk between overhanging huge bambus plants in a small dark part of the courtyard and squeeze themselves between other plants to reach the doors. It's hard by daylight, as some people have several doors and barred all but one with plants and put some pots in a way that you don't see if their door is open or closed. Some are abandoned for a while, for sickness or heritage quarrels and those doors are blocked by plants completely. There are lots of spiders too...
I went out and watched them ostensibly, asked in a loud voice in French "you are looking for something?! That's private there!!" They strolled back leisurely and said in English "we are just walking!" - "You can't, it's private!" - "We are living here!" Waving to the other building. I think 'Well no, you are not, you are a guest.' But say grouchily "Don't go there, it's private!" And stand outside till they are in their building.
I had read on the phone in the dark, they did not expect anyone home in the whole area, but had no remorse either. Some people have no notion of privacy.
Or change a window ;-)
Somehow I plan on holidays every year but Ihave no skills for that.
Rhonda, I have people strolling into my private space before the door all the time. It's a public courtyard, where people have to cross, but the gardens are clearly private. But they just have to pet the cat on my garden table.
The clients for the osteopath are bad enough, but they don't move so well and don't wind themselves between plants.
But since there are a few short term rental apartments, it gets worse. Some just harvest fruits, without even looking if there is someone to ask for permission. Must be a pulsion from our origin: fruits = collect them.
At those, I snap, they don't take another berry. (If they admire and talk, I give them some)
Saturday night, I saw three strange ladies strolling between the bushes in a very dark part of the garden, with access only to a few ground floor ateliers. All neighbours were out of town and only a crazy person would walk between overhanging huge bambus plants in a small dark part of the courtyard and squeeze themselves between other plants to reach the doors. It's hard by daylight, as some people have several doors and barred all but one with plants and put some pots in a way that you don't see if their door is open or closed. Some are abandoned for a while, for sickness or heritage quarrels and those doors are blocked by plants completely. There are lots of spiders too...
I went out and watched them ostensibly, asked in a loud voice in French "you are looking for something?! That's private there!!" They strolled back leisurely and said in English "we are just walking!" - "You can't, it's private!" - "We are living here!" Waving to the other building. I think 'Well no, you are not, you are a guest.' But say grouchily "Don't go there, it's private!" And stand outside till they are in their building.
I had read on the phone in the dark, they did not expect anyone home in the whole area, but had no remorse either. Some people have no notion of privacy.