Scaffolding ahoy

So it's all started. Finally!

Even though I told the sales rep, then the loft company manager, then the project manager about my neighbourly experiences, the scaffolding company turned up yesterday asking if they could have access through the ground floor flat to the garden to create their mighty erection. Given that the woman in the ground floor flat has done everything in her power - largely via a solicitor - to stop me undertaking this work, I decided it was pointless even asking her if they could traipse mud and dirt through her pristine home into her pretty garden, laden down with messy, filth-covered long metal poles that would undoubtedly scratch her wallpaper in places and mark her woodwork en route.
The workaround is that they create two holes in the roof, pass the scaffolding through and then build it up from the back. So I've no idea what I'm going to go home to tonight. All I do know is that I'm not as worried about that as I was about the call from my project manager informing me that my loft is 'quite small, isn't it?'

er...is it? Surely it's almost exactly the same size as the floor space it sits above?! Now I'm worried about how my new master bedroom suite is going to turn out...