Then washing machine was pressed into service and clothes hung out to dry.
Late afternoon I was bringing the washing in, when Daveed met me on the stairs.
Did I have a leak in my apartment? No I said, show me. I go into his studio and the wall is wet in places.
We go upstairs and check my walls then down to the studio below him and check that wall too.
No visible problems. I pour water into the guttering and he waits below to see if it comes out of the drainpipe at the bottom of the house wall. It does, so there is no blockage. I go into the garden of the property next door. The wall outside where he has the damp patches looks okay.
We go back into the house. Would I like some spiced cake? He asks. I am now the owner of some nutty gingerbread cake.
I send an email with a couple of photos of the problem to my builders asking them if they can come and look into the problem. Perhaps this will winkle them out from their hiding place…
The rest of the day is spent tagging the slides on the computer, then backing up files onto CDs and DVDs.
No visible problems. I pour water into the guttering and he waits below to see if it comes out of the drainpipe at the bottom of the house wall. It does, so there is no blockage. I go into the garden of the property next door. The wall outside where he has the damp patches looks okay.
We go back into the house. Would I like some spiced cake? He asks. I am now the owner of some nutty gingerbread cake.
I send an email with a couple of photos of the problem to my builders asking them if they can come and look into the problem. Perhaps this will winkle them out from their hiding place…
The rest of the day is spent tagging the slides on the computer, then backing up files onto CDs and DVDs.
I also email my embarassing dampness problem to my builders.
S arrives tomorrow, and I have a small bit of tidying up to do before I set off to the Toulouse Blagnac airport to collect her. It can wait until tomorrow though.
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