Mum and Dad, aka the Imbianchino and Donna delle Pulizie (DdP), arrived a few days after I had seriously started to panic about what a stupid idea it was to have rented a flat with not even a sink and in such a filthy state.
After sweeping the ceilings, the DdP valiantly stood atop the ladder to spray the window frames with disinfectant. She started to gag, threatened to throw up because of the putrid smell coming from years of accumulated bird pooh and had to retreat to another area of the flat. I started wondering about guano and the energy that is gathered from the combustion of seagull excrements. Maybe I could set up a business harvesting our windowsills?
Having spent much time on the floor painting the skirting boards, we decided it would be safer to call in an industrial cleaning company to pulverize the grossness stuck to the tiles. And so, one morning, our floors were swirled clean!
The Imbianchino killed his arms and knees painting our four meter high ceilings and all the walls of the 105m2 flat, after having carried boxes down 97 steps and up 48. By the end of the week, both our saviours were so in their respective roles that the landladies walked passed them, totally ignoring both.
DdP - ghost busters!
Mr Imbianchino on stage.
The new fridge contains only the essentials.
and so they celebrated!
1 comment:
ciao olivia sn isa stiamo guardando le foto insieme a tutta la famigliA psini:-)!!...abbiamo capito che i lavori stanno procedendo alla grande soprattutto con2 aiutanti bravi come i mitici zii!!!..adesso starete benissimo nella nuova casa!!!..baci a tutti
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