Look, you know who you are. Casting your weather spells. Well, please stop it. I am fed up with all this rain and now we have gale force winds as well and my house, which was built in 1870, is feeling the strain and bits are falling off.
In particular the front fascia board and soffit are disintegrating before my very eyes. The bad news is that the telephone line is attached to the fascia board and at any moment we could lose our phone and internet connections. The fact that you're reading this proves that they haven't detached themselves yet, but the bad weather elves aren't exactly helping matters.
So - to enable us to fix the problem OH has been buying and erecting scaffolding over the last couple of weeks. No, no, no - in this house we do not employ scaffolding firms, we buy our own, because in the long run that's cheaper and anyway - we're bound to need it again somewhere else. You mean, you haven't all got spare scaffolding in your back garden?
Of course, if you employed a scaffolding firm, they would have it all erected in a morning, but we are taking a different route. We don't have scaffolding, we have "an installation". Because OH feels nervous about being on a platform 20' in the air which might wobble, we have bracing poles here, there and everywhere. Even I have been up to the top level (ie roof height) and felt perfectly safe. (I did suggest that a couple of deckchairs would be useful and then we could have our own Jubilee celebrations up there.)
Actually, speaking of Jubilee, when I was last up there on Sunday I discovered, hiding between the ends of the rafters and presumably having been there for goodness knows how long, a rather splendid Union Jack, although it was a bit dirty. I wanted to hang it from the scaffolding but OH wouldn't hear of it. I shall wash it, and then I might take pictures. Very appropriate for the day, though, I thought.
How's the weather with you?