Another house escapes us….after much prevarication we were going to pursue a “project” in Purton…but were pipped to the post.
So back to the drawing board. Meanwhile, the bathroom roof here has sprung a leak. We have been blaming Jensen’s nocturnal loo hunting expeditions. Unfairly, it transpires. Yesterday evening, he ran into the kitchen, clutching his willy and crying it wasn’t me. This time, I could see droplets on the ceiling in addition to the splattered floor and toilet pan.So he’s off the hook.
Standing on the bags of sand in the garden, surveying the asbestos roof, I could see that the down gutter stops short and drains over the roof, which could explain the saggy plaster board. Still, interesting to gain a tenant’s perspetive.
Otherwise, Jensen is still having problems with mucus in his lungs, not helped by his finding it difficult to do his breathing exercises properly. Tomorrow he is meeting the CF team in Swindon.
Apart from that nothing exciting on the horizon until we venture West for our annual pilgrimage to Blue Anchor Bay. Ian is looking forward to hearing the rain on the tin roof at night….remaining unconvinced that lying in the bath at home, anticipating the pitter patter of more local precipitation, is much the same.