H is for......the big HOLE in my roof

There is a hole in my roof and its letting in water. I awoke in the deep of the night a couple of weeks back when it was raining cats and dogs, to hear drip ..drip ..drip. So in a state of disorientation I had to scramble about looking for a bucket. Needless to say it was impossible to get back to sleep with that sound in the background so I made a cup of tea and actually relished the stillness of the house and neighbourhood for a while.

I got to thinking about this house and all the others I had lived in  ( I counted 20 ) and realised that this truly felt like home. It is not perfect, well its bound to have the odd grumble being over 100 years old, its not the prettiest  place you might ever see or biggest I have lived in or anything out of the ordinary but it is special to me.

Yesterday some knights in a white van came to my rescue and put up some scaffolding so repairs can begin.

p.s for some reason typepad is being petulant and won't let me insert a photo...so you are spared looking at pictures of scaffolding.