The first step is the hardest to take

This entry is a bit late as we are now into week 2 of the "building".  I am yet to see any building though, only a great deal knocking down.

Vasile, Florin and their motley crew have been decending on us at 8am and keeping us company until 5.30pm, six days a week.  I haven't ever met a Romanian person before.  My impression so far is that they like wooly hats, cigarettes and indian music.  The latter could be a result of not finding the FM band button on the radio I lent them.

Vasile is the "brains" or "money swindler" of the operation.  Florin is the smooth talking,  placer of wool over eyes.  Baldy and Stripey Hat (I don't know their real names) are just really good at digging, being shouted at and knocking walls down with their bare hands.   There is an occasional "temp" , usually age 70, wearing dress shoes, and minus his front teeth.

Things progressed swiftly from the off.  They demolished the shed and pergola in 10 minutes flat!  That was £600 well spent!

Then came the digging of the foundation trench, and the digging, and the digging..........

Not a lot happened for the rest of the week.  Saturday arrived and whilst we hung out in our dressing gowns Florin arrived and asked if we could please clear out the kitchen so he could knock it down.  THIS WASN"T IN THE PLAN!  NOT UNTIL AT LEAST WEEK 3!!!!  We thought he must be some sort of massive exaggerator.  We were WRONG!

Florian surveys his victim...

This Baldy, not that bald really is he.  Cheerful though.

These guys meant business!  Forget hard hats and steel cap boots!  What's a few flying bricks?!  Demolition balls?  No my friend, a hammer!  By the end of the day I have a horrible feeling, perhaps akin to that which a nurse might have after giving the surgeon the wrong notes.  Had Florin understood our brief?   By end of day I did not feel any better.

Still, my onions and garlic are growing!!  They are from Lidl!

A funny story to finish.  Whilst in the garden Sadie provided a background of screaming.  I said that she shouldn't scream when playing in the garden, that screaming might be more appropriate if one was being chased by someone with a knife............  Yes, agreed Harriet, or a FORK!