The more I look at Monsieur F's roof job up at the barn, the more I admire him and his two sidekicks.
A lot of swearing accompanied my own recent roof work (2011) above, but I didn't hear a single expletive from Monsieur F, or his men. Obviously a sign of true professionalism.
Below is my roof, as it was yesterday afternoon (I'm only showing this for you to admire the foliage).
The echo of rude words still lingers amongst the Wisteria flowers.
We have friends coming to take up 'tower' residence for a few days, after which we will move-in until September.
And yesterday, we opened the pool (although I don't think we'll be swimming for a couple of days). Everything worked as it should... It's always a nerve racking moment.... Phew!