hackbash

You know when something odd or remarkable or weird or painful happens and you end up remembering it for life; boring people with an anecdote about it at Christmas parties?

This is one of those times.

In short, after 2 1/2 years of fund-raising, discussions with neighbours, and battles with rubbish – possibly corrupt – managing agents, my leaking roof is being replaced. Only before they can put a new one on, they have to take the old one off, see?

Things started out well in yesterday’s sunshine, but rain showers have brought a slow trickle of water in the communal hallway, followed by drips in my sitting room, followed by a trickle of water falling on the kitchen floor. This evening, as buckets caught the water in the kitchen, the light fitting started fizzing and arcing and I’ve had to pull the lighting fuse.

So I’m here in the semi-dark, listening to the far-from-weathertight tarpaulin flapping in the breeze above me, and wishing I could just sleep.

I don’t want to be awake to find out whether the Met Office’s severe weather warning is accurate.

Tags: insomnia, leaks, roof