It's been raining .... quite a lot .....

..... inside and out!
The chewing gum trick didn't stop the problem for long.

 

It might work at that.

 

If it had carried on much longer I was seriously contemplating

turning the conservatory into a giant acquarium.

It would have been rather cool to sit in my one comfy chair

watching creatures of the deep swim past my patio doors.

It still might happen ......

 

But then the sun came out from behind the clouds

and I telephoned the local builder to come

and survey the damage.

 

Sideways of course.

With perfect timing the door bell rang just as I had put the last

Bourbon biscuit in my mouth - whole.

An awquard silence ensued as I tried not to dislodge

my false teeth in my haste to deal with the offending object.

 

"I'll wander through and take a look shall I?", he said,

like a true gentleman, leaving me to regain my composure

and empty my mouth at the same time.

 

It was just as I caught up with him standing on tiptoes in the

middle of the conservatory with the old blinds draped around

his shoulders like some oversized military sash, that a sound

like a pistol shot rang out leaving my ears ringing and my

heart beating a tad faster than usual.

 

 

"Thought so," he said, sucking on his teeth "Hear that?

(Of course I bloody did, they heard it in the village).

The roof's gone brittle, happens all the time.

I'll measure up and let you have an estimate for a

replacement.  Should be able to get you sorted next spring

if we get some decent weather."

 

A fine example of "brittle roof syndrome"

 

 

I thought that selling the Chateau meant leaving these sort of

problems far behind me in France for someone else to deal with.

 

It seems I was mistaken - I've inherited some new ones.

Fasten your seatbelts - here we go again!