Last Friday evening, there was a torrential downpour here in the village for a good hour or so. It rained cats and dogs, no - it was sheep and goats - or perhaps even cows and shire horses. It was pretty impressive as I was looking out from the kitchen as I was cooking supper.
Then were was a strange ticking noise coming from my drinks area in the dining room... Water was dripping from the ceiling onto the wooden floor. A bucket sorted that out. No sign of it upstairs though - strange.
I had the local thatcher round the next morning and we found the source of the problem - there was quite a bit of a slump in the valley junction between the two roofs. So this evening he was round to patch it with a sheet and he made a very tidy job of it too.
So yes, the apostrophe in the title of this post is in the correct place: They can fit me in in Spring of next year; and that's by pushing me up the list as I have a leaky roof. I suppose it's good to hear that one part of our building industry is busy but it does mean I shall have a nice blue patch on my thatch for a little while. Ho hum!