After four years of waiting we love our new apartment and the gardens. Heaven? Well almost.
Day One - Three young men arrive in a black 4x4 complete with towels and pool noodles (coloured floats) though quite why three strapping lads would need floats escapes me. They marched through the flower beds and stripped off by the pool. Suspicious I asked where they came from and got a load of bluster. When I threatened to call security they quickly dressed and ran away. I last saw them going at high speed out of the back gate of Roda.
Day Two - two young boys swimming in the pool having deposited bikes, bags and belongings around the pool. I asked them where they came from and they told me they were from Phase One! One of them told me cheerily that his dad was coming back for him (Thank goodness for that). I was tempted to ask if Dad made a habit of depositing them in other people's back yards but thought that question would be better answered by Dad. And he did come back later - much later, in his car equipped with sun lounger cushions, mother and a picnic!. I was fully expecting the furniture to arrive at any moment. Is it me or what, but the phrase brass neck springs to mind. I did not envisage having the pool outside my door being monopolised by people from other phases. Never mind when Phase Four is fully occupied perhaps we can arrange away days in our cars and with bikes and assorted junk and go and camp on his doorstep.
Today Mr Phase 1 and his family are back complete with the kitchen sink and have now been joined by a male and female in a pick up truck who are clearly not from Roda.