I'm back in the mop city

They're going to need more balloons if this baby's ever going to fly.

I'm back in Shangers. Just for a few weeks. Nothing's changed. The Chinese are all mad, the food mostly still has the beak on and mops continue to decorate the boulevards and thoroughfares of this Paris of the East. Named so because everyone is as rude, obstructive and hoity toity as the bloody French farts who live in Paris.
So far I've  done nothing but work.
Work, work, work the live long day. I may as well be in Saffron Walden for the amount of Shangers I get to see.
Anyhoo. I mentioned in past posts about a bar called The Kangaroo. A splendid place. All scruffy, graffitied, and down at heel. Just my kind of place. Well guess what? They did it up while I was away. Man alive! Why can't they leave my stuff alone the bar wankers. They've done it half arsed as well. So it is now,neither nice nor nasty. It falls, my one friend, between two stools. And no one likes that.
Having said that I go there a lot because of two reasons:-
1. It's near.
2. I'm very lazy.
d) It does quite good pizza.

When it was really scruffy I accidentally left my mobile phone there, though I didn't know that was where it was. I went back four days later and got one of the girls to ring my telephone on the off chance that it had slipped down the back of a chair. We heard it ringing and found it on the floor. Meaning no one had swept or cleaned the floor in four days. Nice. 

View from the bedroom window. Much the same as the view from my last bedroom window.