This morning heavy, heavy rain fell on our little spot on the earth’s surface and despite having only recently paid a company to re-waterproof the roof of the bay window, a stream of water poured into our bedroom.
I got dressed in my oilies, carried a ladder up to the top bedroom (third floor), put on my swimming shoes, slid the ladder out of the window and down onto the slope of the roof, until its feet were resting in the lake on the roof of the bay. I climbed out into the deluge and down the ladder until I was wading in the three inches of water. The parapet around the roof of the bay is about fifteen inches high, so I suppose I should be pleased that it wasn’t full!
The drain was blocked with fallen leaves (which immediately reminded me of the Bob Newhart sketch about Sir Walter Raleigh bringing tobacco to England so I stopped writing and watched it on youtube, it’s still funny after all these years) I cleared the leaves out and watched the water drain away. ‘Even so’ I thought, ‘the waterproofing should have kept the water from leaking through into the bedroom.’ But I bet the building company will deny responsibility when we complain.
And, almost the moment that I climbed back into the bedroom, the rain stopped!
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