June 11th: Lovely
weather; a bit dry, perhaps. Difficult to enjoy the garden, though,
because those people next door still keep on hammering from morning
June 14th: At
last! The hammering has stopped. I was right, by the way: It is supposed
to be a barn, though it’s wider at the top than at the bottom. They
are already filling it with hay and straw and turnips.
June 22nd: Very
hot weather. Trouble with the people next door again: this time it’s
their growing collection of pets. The place smells like a zoo.
June 30th: Extremely
hot and dry. But the forecast announces a thunderstorm or two in the
next few days.
July 2nd: Rain,
at last, thank goodness. – Seems like my angry letter hit home, by the
way: They’re keeping their pets inside the barn now. – And you won’t
believe it: they’ve moved from their house into the barn, too! Raya
is still worried, though. Well, I am, too, to be quite honest. There
should be a law against keeping monkeys and elephants as pets, let alone
July 11th: I
really hope it will stop raining. Our garden is flooded.
July 15th: More
rain, torrential in some areas. We’re cut off from the capital.
July 17th: I
think the barn next door is falling to pieces. Seems to be reeling and
rocking, anyway. No wonder. DIY of the worst kind.
July 18th: Woke
up this morning to see that the barn has disappeared. Hope at least
the lions got drowned. And the bears. Though I must admit the koalas
looked sort of cute. Raya wonders if we should have some sort of memorial
service. They were still our neighbours, after all.
July 19th: Still
raining, in fact worse than ever. House flooded and shaking.
July 20th: Spent last night on the roof; water still rising. This is the end. Let’s face
it: We will all get drowned, just like that idiot Noah next door and
his private zoo.