We had a lovely night last night, sipping wine and nibbling at Buvons while the lovely Claire played her fiddle and we talked with friends and celebrated a birthday. We got home and things were peaceful there as well. Homework done, no arguing and sweet, clean boys. I was dead tired for no reason whatsoever so tumbled into bed a bit early. I fell asleep but then I woke up to a noise I couldn't identify. I laid there trying to figure out what it had been that woke me but it was quiet. I tried to back to sleep but finally gave in and decided to go to the bathroom. I walked into the hallway and uh, well.....I figured out what the noise had been.
A piece of our ceiling in the hallway had fallen to the floor. Evidently we have a leak.
Sigh.
Yeah.
Yes, it the ugly tiles that I hate and yes, I would like to be rid of them but..... We had a leak in the same spot quite a few years ago and it turned out the chimney flashing needed to fixed...it's been fine ever since. Last time it didn't fall to the floor however.
I turned the light on and stared at it. Leo, who was supposed to be asleep but was actually on his ipad, asked what had happened. I told him. Ernie blearily got up and we both stared at the mess on the floor. I told Leo to go to sleep and we turned the light off.
As far as problems go it's pretty small but geesh. It's a good thing I find these things somewhat amusing.