In the interests of keeping a record…
On Monday a polite man sanded and undercoated our roof terrace door, so that’s underway already, which is good.
Today I returned from a few days away to the sounds of the scaffolders - shouting at each other, singing loudly, and a lot of swearing, which was wearing after a while (at least I don’t have children).
At one point a man on the top of the scaffolding (5th floor), who wasn’t wearing hi-viz, a hard hat, or a harness, was almost screaming at the men on the podium to move towards the scaffolding as they hoisted up a plank because they were “pulling the scaffolding away from the wall”. He then swore a lot at whoever tied the knot (“this piece of shit”) around that plank and then spent a while frustratedly shouting instructions down to the guy trying to tie the rope to the next plank. You’d think they’d sort that bit out earlier in the process.
I went out for a coffee rather than listen to any more.