Drip, drip, drip

The other night it RAINED.  I don’t mean water the garden so everything is fresh in the morning kind of rain, I mean torrential downpour, flash flooding, the garden is now a swamp kind of rain.

The roof on my office which is attached to the side of the house needs replacing, and has done for a while.  While it will hold off most of the elements, the kind of rain we had the other night severely tested it.

Can you guess what’s coming?


We have a couple of leaks.  One we already knew about and so we’ve temporarily dealt with it by using some plastic sheeting.  The other we thought we’d fixed for good.

But no.

The rain was so rainy, it leaked in again through the same spot.  Here’s the funny thing.  I didn’t know about it until this morning when I reached for a marker pen that’s in one of those little multi-pen-tidier-thingummies.

It came out wet.

Somehow, the rain had dripped in just enough to almost fill one of the pen holder bays without splashing a drop anywhere else on my desk.

The diameter of the pen holder bay is an inch across and if I’d put it there deliberately to catch the water, then of course it wouldn’t and my desk would have been soaked.

I’ve been lucky this time (if you believe in that kind of thing), but it’s just one more thing I have to deal with at some point in the not too distant future…

Posted by Frank Haywood