Thursday, 23 October 2008

The Roof is Caving in.

What a metaphor for our times! Just been in my roof with a nice local roofer, who kindly pointed out the sky in many places, and small lakes in some others. I have a weird roof that is mezzanine so hard to get very far into...Gordon, can I have some money for a new roof please? I am a hard working family, honest. I had a full structural survey done when I bought the place and the surveyor went into the loft too because he describes the insulation. He didn't look upwards or he surveyed the place at night because there are unplanned skylights all over the place. My insurance doesn't cover it because it is a "pre existing condition". D'oh! At least I will be preserving a couple of local jobs for a few days longer...

I am a little down in the dumps because blooging seems to have given me RSI in my right shoulder, so I have to learn to mouse with my left hand....

29 comments:

Philipa said...

Sorry to learn you're poorly and broke and your house is falling down. Actually I can relate to that but wouldn't wish it on you. Hope you get it sorted soon xx

Comment posting if different. Very odd. Must be a new Blogspot thing.

All best.

PS: I went shopping in Currys and was bitten on the ankle. I mentioned this to a shop assistant who said she'd been bitten too. I'm now covered in bites and got the little beastie which was a flea. Sadly he was not alone. You may be wet, poorly and broke, Lils but thank goodness you're not food. When that happens give me a shout and we can both get yurts and keep goats. The remaining little beastie has been to so many intimate places on my body yet didn't once buy me dinner.

Haskett Bellé-Sauvage said...

"Sorry to learn you're poorly and broke and your house is falling down."

Oh my aching ribs!

love
Haskett

idle said...

The Tuscan once told me that using your left hand is like having someone else do it for you.

Tuscan Tony said...

idle - speak for yourself, you slacking banker!

Sorry to hear about this misfortune, can't you shove Elby The Rooftastic up there with some mastic and tell him to do his duty? Son No. 3's bedroom here has a small leak (several, actually) and I suspect the ample Tuscan frame will need to do some tilewalking shortly.

Elby the Beserk said...

I've done my get yourself covered in fibreglass days. No more. Not at my age. Nor my size. Indeed, did a lot of roofing way back - best was Exeter College in Oxford; 3 part 60' ladder up to the roof, which had a parapet. But the problem was the other side of the roof.

Roofing ladder up to the ridge. Sit on ridge. Flip roofing ladder; down to slates in need of removing, two feet from bottom of roof. No parapet, as it was above a service yard for the college.

Gulp. Did some mad bloody jobs in my youth. I'll tell you about Dolamores the Offy another day.

lilith said...

Thank you Pip! Fleas love me too. As a result, Pig gets treated for them ridiculously frequently and I have had no trouble for a while. The freaky thing about fleas is that they can go dormant and spring to life when the scent of blood is about...you were obviously the first sign of life they'd had at Currys for a while...but that will be of little comfort to you. Lavender oil on the bites can be good.

lilith said...

Monsieur Bellé-Sauvage bienvenu!

Glad to amuse...I also forgot to take my books into my accountant when I had promised them and sweated over them all week..and a plant I was given intended for the border has died through neglect...I had a dental appointment today...shall I keep going or will you have an accident if I do?

lilith said...

Idle!

lilith said...

Poor Elby, TT..I would be worried I wouldn't get him back if I sent him up there, at least not without scaffolding or a hoist and removing the tiles. Besides, his sore bits outnumber mine 3:1.. we are talking component failure, built-in obsolescence etc. He's lined up for a few repairs himself.

lilith said...

My darling Boy, Elby. You stick to squat-stew and piecework and we'll be fine :-)x

Philipa said...

Lils, you spoil that man ;-)

Lavender oil huh? I'll try that, thanks :-))

Oliver Gosling said...

Tempest tossed Lilith? Life can be a trial at times, but then the choice...
I find a good Merlot can be of great comfort.

idle said...

I assumed the Tuscan was talking about mouse control, lil.

Tea tree oil on vicious bites. Makes a bloke smell less pooftery than lavender.

nomad said...

That's tuff, Lil. Hope you get it fixed quickly.

I had a similar experience not long ago when with no warning the plasterboard ceiling in a spare bedroom came crashing to the floor. Investigation revealed that a [slimy] contractor had introduced a termite infested beam in a previous renovation [before I bought the house] and all that was left was simply crumbly sawdust. The house had to be de-termitified throughtout which cost a bob or two, but needs must! Not funny, but happily nobody was in the room when it happened.

[PS: I tried to post this yesterday, but the comment simply disappeared into the ether as - it seemed - you had a different comment box operating. I wonder if anyone else had a problem, or just nme? Very odd.]

lilith said...

I like to spoil Elby, Pips. He spoils me too :-)

lilith said...

Oliver! Good advice. I am greatly comforted by a chewy red.

lilith said...

Mmm Tea Tree Boy....yes, Idle, that'll work too.

Scrobs said...

Poor you Lils, roofs are just designed for blokes with ladders are'nt they!

Insurance companies wriggle every time at things like this, so I can only sympathise.

I'd have thought Elbey could have just reached up and done the job from the garden anyway;0)

Scrobs said...

I have RSI of the forehead too Lils, and this morning I realised that it came about from a certain double-decker glass in a bar yesterday.

I really wish they'd never reopened 'Finos'...

lilith said...

Nomad how terrifying! So fortunate no one was hurt.

(I always had you down as more of a tent/hotel man...?)

It is all fixable as you say and things could be worse. I could be a redundant banker with a £500k mortgage...at least I am not George Osborne....

lilith said...

Ouch Scrobs! You are not to use your forehead for mouse work! How many times do I have to tell you?

Elby can almost clean the upstairs windows from the yard but to get to the roof he has to stand on a pallet ;-) so sorry 'bout the head.

nomad said...

Lil - almost spot on, definitely more hotel than tent (whose days are a long way behind me!) but just occasionally one needs a wee bolt hole (which I acquired many years a goat roughly half the then-going price for something similar at a bank repossession auction ) to rest and recuperate and this little pad does me just fine. Now, where did I leave the tin opener....

nomad said...

...a goat roughly!!!! Oh dear, there goes the neighbourhood again.

Sorry. Should of course be "ago at" etc..

lilith said...

I try being gentle when acquiring goats Nomad :-)

Philipa said...

Goats always do the same to me as fleas - they jump on me and try to bite. You've obviously got a way with animals, Lils.

electro-kevin said...

I didn't realise you did quite so much blogging, Lilith !

Regarding your roof, don't you have a gimp outfit you could cut up and use as a temporary measure ?

electro-kevin said...

I've made a witty comment on your 'suicide bomber' post.

lilith said...

Kevin! I know you are shocked but ....gimp outfit???? I am a hippy. I went to Amsterdam and SIMPLY COULD NOT BELIEVE that there was a market out there for all that STUFF!!! I mean, I can see a shop or two surviving, but shop after shop after shop????

Just the hand cuffs will be fine :-)

Anonymous said...

Will you be suing your surveyor? Sounds like it could be negligence. Worth a letter at least, I should have thought.