Not that kind of scaffold
Jul. 22nd, 2009 02:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceCheerful men are erecting scaffolding on the outside of my house. Personally I think this is overkill, as the work that needs doing could easily be done on ladders, but there are probably rules and such. Which were probably written by scaffolders, and might explain why they're so cheerful.
My house is a drum, constantly resonating as its skin is struck and struck and struck again. There are rumbles and clatters and thuds, and a terrible clangour of poles.
The boys are ... fascinated, and being Very Brave except when they're being scaredy-cats. They alternate; one sits in the window watching while the other runs away.
How can I do my exercises, with men at the upstairs windows watching me...?
ETA: I am of course now singing "Lily the Pink". Not that kind of Scaffold...
My house is a drum, constantly resonating as its skin is struck and struck and struck again. There are rumbles and clatters and thuds, and a terrible clangour of poles.
The boys are ... fascinated, and being Very Brave except when they're being scaredy-cats. They alternate; one sits in the window watching while the other runs away.
How can I do my exercises, with men at the upstairs windows watching me...?
ETA: I am of course now singing "Lily the Pink". Not that kind of Scaffold...