(roof)
It is not widely appreciated that the natural enemy of the scaffolding labourer, is – the bee.
My roof repair took all of one and a bit days, and it only needed the bit because one of the large sheets of lead was “missing”, and a replacement had to be sourced.
Where, exactly, a 2 by 3 meter sheet of lead, “drifted” away to, and who it may have landed on, remains unclear. One thing is certain, it didn’t land in my garden, next doors garden or the street (Phewww!), or even, on me (surprise).
While the roofers were brief and efficient, the scaffolders (different company) were tardy, messy, and destructive. I also have the start of my own scaffold collection. It’s hard to imagine how they might miss a 12 foot steel pole, the adjustable feet at least, are more easily overlooked.
Since the scaffold was there anyway, front and back, and, no-one came to retrieve it for a few days, well, there were some dirty gutters, and those dormer windows are normally quite hard to reach, and my word! aren’t those frames and soffits grimy (price of overlooking a busy major road). So once again I find myself doing my best Blondin* impression for the entertainment of the good people of Kilmarnock.
OK, so there was a solid floor of (creaking) planks – I’m still forty feet up on my roof, with a bad knee and a squinty eye… and you just know fate is watching.
Well, I lived (spoiler), and the scaffolders came two days later – unannouced.
You may wonder; who is the scaffolder the natural enemy of?
The nightshift worker.
Next time on IaDL: The Canadians are coming.
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