Waiting…

…for a free table in the downstairs room of the restaurant around the corner, we were seated in the attic room for a few minutes. I used the short time to blip the roof construction. 

We spontaneously went for a meal there, as neither of us was in the mood to cook. It was very good, as usual.

In the extra: A broken promise. The neigbourhood hospital had assured us residents that, while they‘d need to build new structures, they would leave this narrow green belt of trees alone. It’s the only buffer that separates their buildings from our houses. But now they are starting to cut the trees down, and we heard the noise of big building machines all day.