Of what I possess a balcony in my house, my diagonally opposite neighbours downstairs have a veranda five times the size of my balcony which they have like every lucky ground floor (or 1st floor in China) resident turned into a beautiful garden, complete with flowers and grass bed, with a small garden swing and coffee table..beautiful indeed! and since this weather brings out our inner most jubilant citizen, the neighbours have taken to parking their afternoons in the garden and spending time..marvelous! and here's where the problem arises.
Right above their fabulous garden is a room which belongs to the second-floor (or 1st floor really) denizens of this side of the villa.. a room which is actually a study that has a table facing the window, the very same window which I waxed poetic lyrics about keeping open in this beautiful weather to let in breezy sunshine and cool zephyrs; what I didn't account for was chain smoking inhabitants who puff away like a hard working chimney in their garden letting thick clouds of grimy smoke waft up, for it is in the nature of air to travel and travel it does right through the window and into my face.
I mean yes they're smoking on their property but I get to inhale it for no want of mine.
Now, I have nothing against smokers..I mean I used to be one, but the smell of second-hand smoke, especially in a weather so fine, coming through a window to seep into my lungs isn't exactly my idea of Joie de Vivre.
I could in a light hearted manner were I on good terms with these people make a remark regarding the same, but then I'm not..as in I'm not on any terms with them.
I remember greeting them with a smile and receiving a nonchalant scowl after which, well, I stopped greeting them.
Perhaps this could be something to do with the fact that they're older than time itself, and old people tend to get a bit testy and annoyed; all the more reason why I'm going to let them smoke in peace and pull down my glass panes on inhaling the slightest hint of their stinking smog.
Right above their fabulous garden is a room which belongs to the second-floor (or 1st floor really) denizens of this side of the villa.. a room which is actually a study that has a table facing the window, the very same window which I waxed poetic lyrics about keeping open in this beautiful weather to let in breezy sunshine and cool zephyrs; what I didn't account for was chain smoking inhabitants who puff away like a hard working chimney in their garden letting thick clouds of grimy smoke waft up, for it is in the nature of air to travel and travel it does right through the window and into my face.
I mean yes they're smoking on their property but I get to inhale it for no want of mine.
Now, I have nothing against smokers..I mean I used to be one, but the smell of second-hand smoke, especially in a weather so fine, coming through a window to seep into my lungs isn't exactly my idea of Joie de Vivre.
I could in a light hearted manner were I on good terms with these people make a remark regarding the same, but then I'm not..as in I'm not on any terms with them.
I remember greeting them with a smile and receiving a nonchalant scowl after which, well, I stopped greeting them.
Perhaps this could be something to do with the fact that they're older than time itself, and old people tend to get a bit testy and annoyed; all the more reason why I'm going to let them smoke in peace and pull down my glass panes on inhaling the slightest hint of their stinking smog.
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