If you've dropped by our shop in Tiong Bahru over the past few months, you might have heard the cacophony we have been living with nearly day in and day out. Woods in the Books is on the ground floor of an old shophouse and the people upstairs have been renovating.
Drilling, hammering, the electric whine of machines hard at work -- these sounds are not uncommon to life in Singapore.
But somehow, the sounds of construction above us have come a little too close for comfort, even for Singapore. Sandbags dragging, chipping and scraping, all sounding like one thin wall away, except that the wall is the ceiling and the ceiling sounds very very thin.
Still, things would surely turn out all right. It might sound annoyingly noisy, but that didn't mean that someone might actually fall through the ceiling.
Well, it all came to a head on one April evening when a loud smash shattered the peaceful silence of the weekday evening hour, and a glass brick of a tile in our ceiling went to pieces all across the board books and toys and narrowly avoided hitting any humans (customers or staff).