Rob decided the bed was a bit damp last night. It turns out, it wasn't the cat, or a heavy tablet induced sweat, or even a spilt glass of water- it was infact a leak from upstairs.
So a bit of the ceiling had to come down to see which pipe was leaking. It was the sink. The original pipe was in the wrong place and wasn't quite connecting with the new sink upstairs. Minor issue, solved. Jill is just waiting for a wee mouse head to pop out if the hole to say hi.
Jill will pick up some different pipe bits tomorrow. Bruce in the meantime did the ogee round the two doors.
As the weather was pretty nice today, Jim was outside doing the ingos around the windows. Looking tidy.
Jill used the good weather to clear out some rubbish. There is still plenty to move and it's a right pain when grass has grown through it over many years.
Not sure what's wrapped in the tied up black plastic!
Before lunch, Jill wandered down to the cliffs. Bug reminder of why she fell in love with the place. This made her mind up 2 years ago and it's still very special to have happen right on the doorstep.
It will always be special.
We had a very noisy visitor this evening in the porch.
Morgan wasn't impressed with the noises it was making!
