We’ve currently got a pine-scented bathroom.
You’d think that would be a good think, wouldn’t you?
But it’s not the fresh bracing pine of the spring-time Alpine slopes, it’s badly kept timber yard in the rain pine.
This is because during Thursday night’s storm something bashed into the window in the roof.
Now every time it rains it drips horrid cold drops into the bathroom, filtering them through several inches of loft insulation on the way.
It’s all getting a bit inconvenient – wet splashes down the back of your neck can be very off-putting and soggy newspapers become difficult to read.
Consequently at the moment at Panther Towers you don’t just lock the door and check there’s enough loo roll before you settle down with the Current Bun, you put the brolly up too.
The insurance company’s window fixer has been having a busy time of it, but tomorrow finally it’s our turn…