Over here we pay $70 a month for maintenance.
On paper it gets us “two carpark lots” but in reality it’s an unlimited number of lots because nobody cares and the foreign workers staying around here cycle.
It's probably one of the few private apartments in Singapore where there are too many carpark lots.
The carpark then becomes the playground downstairs for the kids and other kids in the compound.
Frankly it’s the only facility we have: One carpark fringed by a large patch of unkempt cow grass with loads of mosquitoes.
Some evenings if I feel up to lugging two bikes, one trike and a skate scooter down 36 steps (and then up), I bring them down for a spin.
It is large-ish space, vaguely unsafe because of the cars which drive in and out.
* Lu at the half-way point of the carpark and her sibs at the other end.
It is where Day honed his cycling skills (using the carpark lot markers to weave in and out) and where he is now trying out his skate scooting skills.
It is where they have all fallen down and scraped their knees at some point because, well, it’s road.
More photos, one of each kid.
Just because I love the higgledy-piggledy look at the blocks (60s vintage eh!) and because everyone seems to assume it will be going en-bloc anytime (which I do NOT want now, for the record).