...Pink villas, that is
The first thing I do in the morning, even before pouring my first cup of coffee that David has so lovingly brewed for me, is open the back door to let the morning sounds and sun come in. However, for the last week those sounds haven't been quite so lovely. My morning bird tweeting is being overrun by my neighbor's gone amok water pump. It's screeching and screaming is becoming unbearable, but on the upside it's almost drowning out someone's howling kid down the block. The good news, I think, is that I see that the bikes from the Riviera plumbing brigade are on the job. Heaven help us.