Scaffolding

We live on the ground floor of an Edwardian house (c1905) converted into three flats.

The top flat under the roof is experiencing an ingress of water. (What I call a leak) and the scaffolding has been erected for the roofers to gain access to said leak.

As the structure went up, I kept a wary eye on matters because the scaffolding is in our garden.

It was imperative that the scaffolding did not impede our exit (or ingress!) from our back door.

However, a strut was installed across the door meaning that only someone with the skills of Houdini would be able to exit, never mind two individuals using crutches.

The following conversation took place and I will leave you to work out which is my “voice”

“Excuse me, that diagonal strut is surely not going to stay there?”

“No, Mate, it’s temporary”

What do you mean temporary?”

“Not permanent, Mate”

“Thank you for the English lesson but how temporary? Hours, days, weeks, until you draw a pension?”

“Today”


I’m pleased to report the strut was removed and what is left means a bit of limbo-ing to get out to take this photograph.