Usually I am a no curtains store (ups swabian expression vs engl) type. But to regain my privacy I had to do something:

Welcome to the Seventies. :o) Thanks to the old stock in the attic of friends.

I wish I had these papers still on those windows. It doesn't make any difference whether your office looks suitable for visitors, if there are no vistors. But even though you don't have any visitors, ist does make a difference if construction worker are scafolding the wall and you get though a nicely muscled man lurking into your window up in the 4th floor. well that's it. No privacy for the next couple of days.

How can they, not only are they taking down lovely trees, that please my soul, they are terrible noisy while doing so and if you watch them you can tell, that they should handle such a tool in the first place ... just for the sake of their own safety but also for the sake of the safety of the surrounding area.

Their collegue cut his shinbone this morning, this afternoon another fellow brought a replacement Chainsaw and had it sounded like a motorbike helldriver roummroummmroummm pointing the twirling chain to the belly of his collegue who was about to leave the place.

Lucky collegue he didn't get the chainsaw into his belly.

Oh dear, again. They have the branches drop on the fence, but almost two third reach out onto the street and cars comming round the sharp bent at this corner have little chances when they run into one of these branches. The speed of the cars tell me, that there is no warning sign.

They really shoud have hired professionals. I better don't watch this any longer. And let's pray that their guardian angel is fit today.