The units behind our cottage are finally being demolished, in preparation for a rebuild.
Every now and then there’s a tremor, and my instincts say “Earthquake!” Then my rational brain takes over and I realise it’s the demolition. It must be hard to manoeuvre such a large digger in such a narrow space (this section was originally a driveway), and I fear for our shed which is right on the boundary.
Yesterday there was a woman supervising, who told me they expect the demolition to take about a week. The occasional drizzle today will help to keep the dust down.
These units were originally built by two brothers who had regular arguments with loud foul language. I hope the next builders will be more professional and that construction won’t be too disruptive. It will be good to have our neighbours return to lovely new homes.
“Each time the digger makes us shake
I think could it be an earthquake?”