||[Nov. 4th, 2007|10:42 am]
OUR lives in this house are off to a rocky start, as you might read in yuriverse's lj. Dermott the roofer came in last week to make repairs on a colour bond roof that has had rather too many inexpert additions in its life. Capping was coming away, insulation was missing from a section, there were sagging gutters, etc. Naughty former owners failed to disclose what they obviously knew was wrong with it. Anyway, after these repairs, we were supposedly hunky-dory and hence we waited confidently for the next downpour. |
That came on Friday night, after I came home rather inebriated from a dinner with the work gays and fell into a deep slumber. My headache woke me bright and early on Saturday, and that's when I noticed what yuriverse had not yet seen. I nice big puddle of water trailing from his sheepskin rug and pooling (happily) on the linoleum. The wool is capable of soaking up several times its own weight in water, and this saved us from too much more water in the living room. Dermott was called bright and early and to his credit he was out there on the roof in the drizzle within two hours. Found the leak, sealed it up, left confident, tail up.
Last night we had friends over for Indian takeaway from the glorious Indian Palace on Darling St, and a movie (a bit of a debacle, but minor), when the next downpour began in earnest. I was less confident this time and placed a bucket under the fan in the living room (having sussed out that it was a low point in the ceiling and the most likely place for our indoor waterfall to start). Bucket started taking drops, then more, then more. Dermott was called again (not answering his mobile phone after 10 p.m. - understandable), and again this morning where a message was left. He will be back tomorrow.
What more needs doing? We'll find out soon. So far all our problems are water related. Three elements to go.