Of course the tarpaulin we left covering the holes in the roof had blown off
in high winds. Fortunately, the heavy rain had passed us by without falling on the good (or the homes of the good).
The weather has cooled since we left, but the sun is shining.
Thursday morning I'm back on the roof. Oh how I missed the open fresh air, the sun and the wind in my
hair. Oh; and the aching arms and legs. The most tiring things are moving tiles about on the roof and carrying buckets of
cement up the stairs or scaffold. But it is coming along.
On some days I get help from Richard or Graham, who cut and pass wood, nail down battens or help move
tiles around. However, they tell me they also have their own lives to lead and wives to keep happy, so the help comes
in fits and starts.
While we work, dust and dirt rain down onto the floor below, and through the holes in the upstairs
floor into the living room. This means the furniture is permanently covered with blankets and cloths, as if we've
closed the place up for the winter and gone away. Watching TV means clearing a space first!