On Monday the builders working to extend the Children's Centre cut through a power cable.
Power is lost to the local blocks of flats up to 9pm. An old guy up in one of the flats needs an oxygen cylinder. I assume it has some emergency back up. Am not pleased.
On Tuesday a resident (retired, loves his garden, best not to cross him though) comes over to talk to me and the building services manager.
"Call yourself a fucking builder, cowboy more like. What you going to do tomorrow - cut through the fucking water main. Joke."
On Wednesday the builders cut through the water main.