Just before heading to bed last night … boom … something crashed into the house, or that’s what it felt like. I ran up. Ed ran down. As soon as I got to our bedroom I guessed – and as I opened the door the thick dust confirmed it.
From the comfort of our bed for the last few months, we’ve been monitoring the length of a crack in the ceiling. Was it getting worse? Apparently so. It’s just as well Ed didn’t get the ladders out to investigate as the plaster’s incredibly thick and you really wouldn’t want any of it falling on your head.
It’s taken both of us the whole day to clear up. That’s 2 down hopefully no more to go…