Heartening news yesterday...
I called Our Builder and... lo' & behold... his Crew of Work-guys were on-site at the Upstairs Apartment. They were demolishing stuff. Then, Our Geometra called me to say the same. Such communicative service... so odd for these Lunigiani... almost, but not quite, erased the six months of waiting for this moment to arrive. Tomorrow, I head south to see how the demolition looks. I hope there aren't any radical surprises. Mr. You is worried that the Crew of Work-guys have already trashed The Garden, which passed His Inspection with banners flying, and wants me to set up barriers & such. I'll be happy to find only their icky cigarette butts in the boxwood borders outside the apartment's front door. Gads.
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