Technically, it was a case of "not inside, it's on TOP!". See that little ledge to the right of the building? Favourite Man hung out there in a rather fresh north-wester today, running cable down the side of the building. And quite literally hung out with a rope tied to his waist while the other two of us watched in fear and trembling.
And then he did ballet on top of the wall you see above it - the one that heads across the top of the building toward our antenna. Again, running cable.. until he stepped into space. For one heart-stopping moment his foot went through the top of the wall where the local "handyman" hadn't done his job fixing a hole - and it was nearly a plunge 6 storeys down.
There are some jobs that are horrible. There are some that are dangerous. This one was both - and I can't put into words how happy I am it didn't turn out terrible frightening fatal.
We do have to go back again tomorrow - and this time that hole is not going to cause a heart-attack. It's getting closed up properly, like it should have been the first time.
Should "handyman" show his face, a snotklap may be in order...
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