Scaffolding

We have scaffolding!
Long ago our landlady told us the outside of the house would be decorated, "probably", she said, "in July". So by the end of August (which it nearly is) we had forgotten this possibility.
Then Friday morning there was a knock on the door. The last time it was the postman, but not today. "I am the painter," he announced. "I don't want any," I thought.
As it turned out he had been commissioned to paint our house, and this wasn't a cold call looking for business after all. "We want to put some scaffolding in your back garden", he said, "had we heard he was coming from the landlord?" Actually we have only ever dealt with the landlady, and we had not heard, but were sort of expecting him - but in July; especially since all of France is on holiday in August. So we gave our permission and his men duly arrived and set to work. They brought the scaffolding round and then put it up.

Our new outlook

Since then it has blown a gale, and the scaffolding makes rigging-like whistling noises, which is quite fun, even at night. They are due to return on Monday to start work on the house.
Mean while I had a call from our landlady at lunchtime. "Is it ok if the workmen start on the house on Monday?" she asked. "They already started" I replied. She seemed surprised so I explained they just put up the scaffold. She wanted to be sure that they wash the house before painting (which they told us they were going to do), and would June check on them to be sure they do the work properly?
I assured her we would take a keen interest. She seemed satisfied with that.

The wall could do with a wash

If I remember rightly, the colour will be cream.