Double window, external view.
Single window, internal view, primed to be painted.
Sliding doors.
I was walking through our lounge at 9pm yesterday evening when without any warning there was an almighty CRACK followed immediately by BOOM - so loud I actually ducked - and the skies simply opened up. Torrential. Noah wouldn't have had time to pick up his toothbrush never mind one of everything. Within minutes the paths outside the apartment were deluged.
Because we've now had two near-biblical storms in the space of a couple of weeks (after a long summer of no rain) I had visions of the little place simply saying "Enough is bloody well enough, good night" and imploding.
But even with no walls and no man-made protection, the foundations and all of the wood (external and internal) were remarkably dry. Tough.
As a devoted follower of the site I'm deeply disturbed that days 43 thru' 45 have disappeared. Looks like a cover up to me. What have got to hide Mr Smith? Next thing I'll hear is that you employ Montenegrins. Even have them round to your house for "cocktails".
ReplyDeleteLiked the Noah allusion.
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