On Thursday night, as we were getting into bed, MrsC mentions that there seems to be some paper coming off the ceiling directly above her. It's been like that for a while1. I climb on the bed and check--it's damp. Bother.
First thing Friday morning, up into the loft. We have a lot of stuff up there. It's a sort of study, or it was when MrsC was doing her professional qualifications, so the header tank is blocked off by a partial wall in front of which is an Ikea desk/shelving unit. I manage to clear enough stuff to be able to see into the space. There is water coming out of the party wall. No idea how it's getting in there. So we need to phone our tame roofing chap. Not sure why we didn't do that yesterday, but...
Last night, we are going to bed. I get into the room first and there is now a steady drip onto MrsC's pillow. Cue swift re-arrangement of WFH space to spare bedroom, finding of bowls to catch water and so on. Sigh.
The roofer can pop round tomorrow to have a look, but is really busy. Funnily enough with this rain we are not the only people to have discovered a leak.
