Friday, 9 April 2010
As you asked....
Some slates at the front of the roof have, at some time in the dim and distant past, when cowboy roofers roamed the world, been fixed with screws. Screws!! Not galvanised roofing nails. Some of the laths that hold them have rotted. When the screwed-down slates are removed, they and many of their neighbours crumble, like flaky pastry, and produce a constant shower of debris to the garden and pavement below. They are over 100 years old, and are on the sunny side of the house. Salvaged slates have had to be found elsewhere.
Billy the roofer has run out of replacements, so must come back tomorrow to finish the work and trim the leadwork. We will also revise the final bill, although Billy gets twitchy and uncomfortable when discussing money. But, given the hidden horrors, extra work and materials required, and the favour he did me some months ago by painting the dormer window, I need to pay him properly, and not just in extra sugary tea and cake.
If I had been intending to stay in this house for another 28 years, I would have been better off having a new roof instead of this challenging refurbishment, but I'm not, so I shan't. Just as well, as I couldn't afford it anyway.
Next project: the front path. And the back yard wall. And the front door. And the planters. And the..... oh hell, it's all dreadful, and it's all too much. I'm going to bed.
Posted by rachel at 23:06