Our sea views now, reading from left to right; up the coast . . .
. . . straight out . . .
. . . and out to the right. I ask you, with tears dripping from my baby-blue eyes, how that monster has been allowed when there are supposed to be strict building restrictions? It seems to have stretched to about 4 storeys and covered most of the plot since I last reported. The immediate neighbours are furious, but their squeals fall upon deaf ears. Bribery? Corruption? Apathy? Who can say. I am going to need to prune the tops of those trees on the left rather heavily to restore some sort of splashy outlook.
© June 2019 Colonialist