But that isn't were I got the sand in my hair. It happened right here, on my doorstep. Just have a look at this:
Looking up from the balcony.
On Tuesday morning, when I left for work, a huge truck loaded with over-sized Meccano pieces was parked across the street. When I got home in the afternoon, our facade was hidden behind an intricate scaffolding structure. For the last three days nimble men have been climbing up and down carrying high-pressure water-guns. They are sandblasting the bricks, bringing back to life their original 1990's colour .
You're fine as long as you stay inside with the windows firmly closed. When you go out, however, you need an umbrella because the sandy water is dripping through the holes in the metal foot plates. I learnt the hard way and got my first sandy shower on Thursday. Yesterday I avoided another shower by taking the required umbrella. My car got a load of it too. I bet its new spotted look will attract a lot of attention in the underground car park at the office on Monday.
The sandblasting job should be done by Tuesday. After which we can start cleaning up: washing windows, taking the car to the car wash ... In the meantime I'm curious to see the final result, when the scaffolding will have been removed. I suspect that by Wednesday, life will be back to normal in our spic-and-span apartment building.