It’s always interesting to see where the annual leak is going to come from, and this year, I’ve not been disappointed, because we have two to investigate. One is a classic: the bathroom. However, how does the floor become wet during a rainstorm, and yet the wall beneath the window is dry, as is the ceiling. No obvious drips or leaks, but definitely a puddle of water from somewhere. That’s to be investigated later and dealt with this afternoon or tomorrow because it probably involves a trip to the paint shop in Yialos, and I don’t know if I want to walk down there today.
The second one is more obvious and yet still a mystery. Probably because I don’t know how to detect a leaky roof. Luckily, it’s the roof over the porch which is somehow letting water cascade down the walls and cover the floor to a couple of inches. At least it would if I didn’t put down towels. I’ve painted and put mastic in every single gap I can find, the gutters are clear, and I can only think there’s something wrong with a tile or two somewhere. So, that’s probably a job for someone with know-how, so I’ll have to ask around.
Apart from that, I had a lovely day yesterday cooking, entertaining and being entertained by the godson and his mother. In return for their company, I made them watch Amadeus (the director’s cut, two hours and twenty minutes). We saw the very box H and I had used in the theatre in Prague and followed one man’s dramatization of what might or might not have happened to poor, young WAM. (Not the pop group, Mozart.) All that entertainment plus toad in the hole, homemade tomato soup and a rich chocolate cake H and I put together under instruction.
Today I have some work to do, a package to collect which may wait until tomorrow weather depending, and am meeting Miss DJ for a couple of glasses to celebrate her birthday (yesterday), and that’s about it for my day. A little washing up still to deal with, some leftovers to warm up for lunch, and other such highlights will make up my day, and I can’t wait to get started.
