It is the neighbour then with his buzzer.
These workmen are my bugbear. Before, we lived in another building, on the 4th floor: they started on the 2nd floor. Extensive damages to the 3rd floor. They go to the 3rd floor. Then they start on the ground floor. We left just before they were due to attack the facade, our terrace and... the 3rd floor again! New building. after 3 months they... attack the facade! 5 months behind blocked windows in complete darkness. And this was while I had my broken ankle and could not go out. And now... They have started on the ground floor just outside the dining room, so at lunch we need to yell at each other, "PASS ME THE OIL, PLEASE!!
" only to hear, "WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY HAIR?!
And mind you I was a workman myself at one time, fot 5 weeks, to be more exact.
At times I think the cry has gone out: Workers of the world, unite! And they have, all under my window.