Mice clog-dancing in the loft seems very loud. But two men in heavy working boots clambering about on the roof is even louder! The builders came around yesterday morning and found what they think caused the leak in the roof above the spare bedroom – two cracked tiles. They’ve replaced those, and for good measure repointed the tiles on the hip of the roof. That had to be done with quick-drying cement in between the rain-showers, and they didn’t quite get it all done before the heavens opened for a prolonged downpour. So they’ll be back on Monday to finish the job and make good any rain damage on the work they did yesterday.
While they were here with their long ladder, I asked them to replace the bulb in my newly repaired security light at the apex of the garage. It stopped working about two weeks ago and I don’t have a ladder long enough to reach it. They were very happy to oblige, and changed the bulb – but it still doesn’t work. I shall have to phone the electrician and complain that he’s done a substandard job……
I’ll also have to phone my decorator and ask him to redecorate the spare bedroom ceiling. Plus there’s a patch of peeling wallpaper in my bedroom that needs replacing, and the bathroom ceiling needs another coat of paint. I probably could do all that myself, but I really don’t want to.
If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Just when I think I’m on top of the house maintenance, something else needs doing. It really is like painting the Forth Bridge!
