From the 12th floor...
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I am
woken every morning at 8am by the sound of construction work next door.
This is no fun at all on Saturday morning with a hangover, but mercifully
they don't work on Sundays. They seem to choose the noisiest jobs to do
to start with, and take great joy in starting all their machines exactly
at 8am. In fact they have started to creep earlier and earlier recently
and are pushing everyone into a semi-psychotic sleep-deprived frenzy.
There's gonna be trouble soon
The reddish-brown play area below is where people
gather to do Tai-chi every day, although the average age of the participants
is way over 60, and the version of Tai-chi which they practice is fairly
sedate. Inhaling the lead fumes from the passing cars, they seem to keep
in remarkably good shape. Their only alternative is to spend a month's
salary on membership to a gym, which are completely overpriced here. Not
that I've ever been to one, mind.
Lets take a walk around.
