44. Farlands strikes again!

Lying in bed, I heard a drip. Nothing new here - things are always dripping. But, this one sounded close. And it was. Narrowly missing Sarah's side of the bed (she was late home), the drips were new ones.

In dressing gown, head torch and bad temper, I climbed up into the loft and found a leaking Hot Water Tank. It has probably leaked since our arrival, but water has only just soaked the plaster ceiling of our bedroom enough to drip through now.

water tank is the green thing
A proper dog day?

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