So, this morning I get disturbed by some clunking and clanking noises outside my house.
"Oh, great, someone's getting scaffolding put up..." I think
I hear a few more thumps.
"Terrific, sounds like it's next door."
Then I hear another thud...
"Hang on, that sounded like it was right outside my bedroom window!"
So I open the curtain to see a bloke with a ladder and a scaffolding pole standing on the top of my downstairs bay window!!
I knock on my window (didn't want him falling off in surprise), then open it and ask "Err, what are you doing?"
"Putting up your scaffolding, mate."
"Umm, what address are you supposed to be at?"
"52"
"Well, this is my house and I haven't ordered any f*****g scaffolding!"
He gets out his phone, and calls someone: "What address did you say? 72? You told us 52!"
He turns to me "Thanks, you saved us a job..."