To those of us basking in the early spring sunshine, this may seem like a strange title, but cast your minds back 2 or 3 weeks and you’ll remember it was actually sleeting, raining, hailing sideways with winds up to 109 mph measured in North Wales.
Well I live in North Wales, so I thought ‘I know I’ll take my roof off and rebuild it’
It’s like my Gran used to say ‘ if you’re going to do some roof work, always wait for the first day of the worst winter in history’ – she did – honest!
Getting it off was easy, bish bosh, not a breath of wind, dry and although chilly, not wholly unpleasant work, all you needed was a hammer in fact. By 6pm it was on and water tight – or so we thought.
Simultaneously to these feat of joinery and high wire hammer work, something strange was happening inside. The kitchen had started to look like a proper kitchen with the delivery of 3 pieces of extremely heavy slate. Whilst the boys carried these ridiculously hefty bits of stone back and forth, I devised a number of cunning ways to cut them to size and make the appropriate holes for sink and hob – saving myself £800 off the quoted price by doing it myself – and voila, a kitchen.
Unfortunately my self congratulatory smugness was not to last, about 11 pm, as the wind picked up and the rain started to LASH the house to near oblivion, Tony roused me to show me numerous buckets in his room, which were no longer coping with the deluge through the ceiling – OH. So we got dressed again and went outside into the dark, even someone like myself brought up in Lancashire was surprised by the down right viciousness of the weather, but like Scott and Oats we battled through, affixed more batons and Tony had a dry if not a little noisy bedroom/tent to return to.
The next day the weather continued to attack us and despite over trousers, long johns, 7 layers on our top halves, hats and numerous brews in front of the fire, Tony called a halt at 4 pm as he could no longer feel his hands or talk properly. I was glad he’d cracked before me, I’d wanted to give in earlier but thought moral would suffer if the boss packed in for fear of hypothermia.
Unfortunately we’d only managed to slate about a third of the roof so Tony had another nervous night, effectively camping out under one piece of roofing membrane 120 slates and some wet loft insulation.
To be continued …………..