[beppe]

A mess, they are building a sidewalk, so they have teared down the pyracantha to be substituted by a wall, appropriated a nice cut of my property, cut the trench for the foundation and armed it. Put movable fences all over for security. Remounted the gate, quite nice, old iron work. Saved the wisteria and the 50 years old oleander, the most beautiful of the village. The councilman in charge lives on the little street beside the oleander and it annoys him and his demented wife when they come up with their pretentious cars as they have to be careful not to be invested by oncoming traffic. It's on a double slope so the demented has to do fancy clutch work. He made things up so it had to be destroyed. But I bribed the contractor (promised 100 Euro) so that the oleander is safe. A friendly councilman, he celebrated our marriage, confided to Wife that the bad guy is very upset. Joy. I'll put a small brass plate on the wall near the Oleander commemorating the event and thanking the friendly councilman for his support. Revenge.
For instance, let's imagine that the friendly councilman's name is Pier Giorgio. So the plate will be: Oleander Pier Giorgio by the name of its Saviour against the evil forces that were trying to destroy it. In Italian of course.