TROUBLE WITH THE SHED!

A few weeks ago after a very rainy night, I opened up the shed for Twiggy, who uses the place as a refuge when the cleaner is vacuum cleaner the house, and to my dismay discovered that the interior of the shed was soaking wet.

Close inspection revealed that the cause of the trouble was the roofing felt, which had slipped down the roof exposing the bare woodwork. The resulting deluge had left Twiggy's cushioned hideaway in a soggy mess, so that she was obliged to spend the afternoon in the green house (definitely second best!)

We dried out the cushions and the next day did what we could to make the roof sound again, effecting a temporary repair which would hopefully last long enough to give us time to make more permanent arrangements.

Today we got the all clear from our agent to get some estimates for the work. Since the roof timbers are unsound and the rear wall of the shed is rotten it seems likely that a new shed will be needed. The existing shed is a large one and as well as our cat it is currently housing a large garden swing, several padded garden chairs and a small table; not to mention a splendid array of wellies, hiking boot, hard hats, goggles and masks:

Past experience has taught us that getting the owners of the house to part with money for repairs can take quite a time, but we hope that on this occasion he will bite the bullet and get the job done sooner rather than later.. I shall not be holding my breath!

All through the day the same thick fog which shrouded the valley yesterday has hung in the tree tops and drifted around the church tower. Now that darkness has fallen the effect of the street lighting on this thick haze is eerie. Looking out over the garden the light seems to be spread out across the lawn and the white mist, now drifting just above ground level looks very spooky indeed.

We have drawn the curtains and built up the fires, soon we shall be safe in our beds, and I am glad that none of us are travelling in such conditions.

Many years ago we often had to drive for mile in thick fog on one memorable occasion was so bad that I was obliged to perch on the bonnet of the car in order to keep us on the straight and narrow. I even had to clamber up sign posts in order to find find the right direction. Now that was scary.