There are four men on the roof but it feels like there’s an army up there. They are taking off the old stuff from our flat roof and rebuilding it almost from scratch. The house is shaking, the fireplace is sending off little bits and pieces of bricks all over the place and it feels like thunder is hitting the house every 2 seconds. I need to stick around because I have to approve any additional expense they might charge us every time they run into a problem.
I don’t know what is scarier: the noise they make or the bill that will come at the end of the day.
I’m going to go hide in the basement with the cat. Maybe I’ll never come back up.
