flying tar
workers fixing the roof spent a lot of time flinging down huge pieces of roofing managing to rip my clothesline out of the wall and fuck up my phone line.
subsequently, it was a huge hassle to get access to the back courtyard so the bell tech could install a new line.
on the plus side - i met the owner of the building next door, "chacha", who informed me that she and my landlord are in a huge feud - apparently he thinks she broke a gate to get access to the courtyard; she points out it's probably the neighbourhood crack addicts.
should be an interesting summer.