the new doors are suspiciously similar to MY doors
Doesn't matter if they're the Pearly Gates, Wattyyyy - listed building so you can't just replace a window with a door, or even a window with another identical window without permission and jumping through a million hoops at every stage of the process.
I wish for your sake that this was all sorted - you are being very cheerful about it, but it must be exhausting for you. And while all this palaver is going on you can't even sit and enjoy your garden if you get a nice sunshine day.
I suspect that CFBuilders have already contravened the stipulations that the planning officers put through the letterbox, because I think they will have said not to touch, alter, move, replace or dispose of ANYTHING.
Councilhave your photos (and the updates you are sending them)and they have their own Big Bertha pics, so dodgy builders will be on a hiding to nothing (especially if you can set up a webcam or similar and catch the buggers red-handed).
I agree with whoever suggested blocking the doorway with something heavy that will prevent the doors from opening. I don't even think you need worry about damage to the door because that would only occur if they tried toped them - and that is their fault, not yours.
I wouldn't like to have to deal with this upset on my own - it's just so horrible, and I know police person said don't embellish (and I agree), but I think you must feel intimidated to an extent - I certainly would. There are six of them and one of you, and they seem to come and go as they please. However, I don't think they would do anything physically violent, but even getting sworn at and verbally abused can be terrifying.
Remember though, that you are not alone (how could you forget?) - we are here, in all of our mums net glory, from barrack room lawyers and people prepared to commit violence, to bards and minstrels who are recording their and your deeds for posterity.
You do know that this will become more famous than the Laxdaela Saga, don't you? And that the songs will be played and sung at Karaoke nights in every public house in the land?
You are Legend. (They are leg-ends!) 