24 hours of fun............................NOT!

Some days, it doesn't even pay to go to bed. Yesterday, whilst on my way to bed, I chanced to go to the French doors in Hazels bedroom to pick up something. Whilst doing that thing, I received a few drops of water down the back of my neck. Upon inspection, I was able to see that a fair amount of liquid had already flowed and didn't look likely to stop any time soon. So I ran up the stairs to the room above to see where all this precipitation was coming from. The room above is currently used by our daughter, Sally, and the window sill was running with water which was dribbling down from the edge of the ceiling. I dropped a bath towel onto the sill and grabbed a bucket from my bedroom to catch any further drips. Then I went to bed after checking to see whether my own personal bedroom leak had flared up, it hadn't so off to bed. I awoke at 05.00 to the sound of dripping. My own little waterfall had begun. Plymouth had a lot of rain overnight and quite a fair proportion of it ended up in my house.

This morning, after dropping Hazel and Sally to the hospital, I called our roofers. They were pretty upset themselves and went straight to the house. No one can be absolutely certain, but it certainly seems that a wandering seagull happened upon our roof and saw a piece of flashing that had been placed there as a temporary measure in order to shield us against the incursion we sustained last night.Said gull appears to have moved the flashing to a new position and instead of water running off the roof and into the gutter, it was, for one night only, channelling the stuff into the roof. The really sickening thing is that today was the day our roofers were due to come and finish off the various jobs that were left.
Of course, the rain this morning was so heavy that they wouldn't have been able to do them anyway but, as I always say, "If there was no such thing as coincidences, we wouldn't need a word for them"!