I got home last night, got changed in my room, opened the curtains, went downstairs. Quoth my father, "It's nice to have the scaffolding gone." Me: "...it's gone?"
There's been scaffolding on the front of our house for the last fortnight. You have to duck under the bars to get to the front door. It's right outside my bedroom window, whose curtains I opened when I got home. Yet still, somehow, I didn't realise that it wasn't there anymore.