The days are inevitably getting shorter, and the nights longer. This past weekend I took in my sun lounger kind of chair from the balcony. Besides forecasts in the media about lousy weather further on in the week, we had also been given very specific warnings about local showers where I live:
Good thing they warned us by a leaflet first, or I would certainly have wondered what was going on when I caught sight of this…
… long-shafted, water-spraying brush outside my balcony!
Having been forewarned, though, I knew that it was just a fully legitimate balcony-cleaning going on!
Have to say I’ve never seen it done like this before.
After they did their job on the outside, I also took the opportunity to do a little of the same on the inside. Ouch. It’s a tough enough job even when you don’t have to work upwards!
I put my flower boxes back up because there’s life in them still.
In the flat I keep a light foldable camping chair which I can take out if against the odds there should be another afternoon suitable for “just sitting” for a while. (Later, in mid winter, the sun is so low on the sky that it hardly finds it way to my balcony at all.)