Went home and looked at the ceiling. The crew were still there, and seemed quite amused by the grungy ceiling. It was not as bad as I feared, not a gaping, dripping hole surrounded by collapsed plaster, just two small holes and a lot of mouldiness, but the plaster looks like it could go anytime; only the lining paper was keeping it up. So there can be a solution, its not the whole ceiling just one side of it. Probably the apex flashing has failed; it could have been the quakes, because I had the house insulated in May 2010 and the guys didn't say anything about a wet attic then.
I'm amazed at how fast the guys have got on. The old ceiling in the spare room had been taken down, and the new gib had been placed and stopped. They'd moved my heavy furniture and stacked it thoughtfully; they've done this before. They've even got stilts that they strap on to work up high. Think if I was to take up a trade it would be painting and plastering. Wouldn't want to be a plumber, finding old sanitary napkins and dead babies (yes, really) or a sparky, risking electrocution every day, or stumble around with bricks and blocks. Carpentry would be quite fun, love the smell of wood, and hammering and sawing, but then a lot of modern carpentry is with synthetic boards and prefabricated mouldings. Gardening would still be my trade of choice, but it's wretchedly paid compared to other occupations.
Bloody neighbours have got their stereo on. Thud thud, booomp. Thud thud, booomp. Shut up and go to sleep. Take the hobbits to Isengard, and never come back.
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