No, and not Tweedledee either. It’s not a pregnant lady, it’s our buddy Benoit, keeping his backpack dry in the downpour. We had 6 inches of rain Friday night in a heavy downpour, and then 3 inches on Sunday in a lighter longer rain.
We had had a crew of guys scrubbing about 12 years of gunk off of our corregated tin roof the previous week, and one of them had inadvertantly stepped on a small fiberglass section that lets light onto a walkway between our house and kitchen. Wouldn’t you know it, rather than the big 6″ rain pouring down onto the walkway, it decided to make a river down the underside of the roofing and onto the kitchen ceiling, warping the plywood and dripping down the light fixture – probably not the best nor safest situation with 220V current, eh?
