There comes a point where you just have to face the fact that you aren't going to get round
to sorting out some projects within a reasonable amount of time.
I was a bit embarrassed when I realised that the tarpaulin thrown hastily over the shed
roof when a leak was discovered had actually been there for over a year and a half.
On the plus side, the neighbourhood cats didn't seem to like walking on it let alone
doing any sunbathing. On the minus side, that leak wasn't getting fixed ... and after a while that blue tarp does become a bit of an eyesore.
What to do? Well I realised that realistically, even if I found the time to fix the
problem, I probably wasn't going to do a great job of it - more likely an
enthusiastic bodge which might be okay in the short term but was unlikely to last.
So, dear reader, I called in Bill (no relation to Bob) the Builder.
Archie and Angel agreed not to eat him on condition he shared his
slice of cake during a tea break,
They are still waiting for him to keep his side of the bargain.
He has done a brilliant job of fitting a corrugated roof - love those silvery stud thingys.
Looks like a very butch roof now.
In fact the only thing that could make it look even nicer is the addition of two whippets ...
