...it was safe to go back into the water. (with apologies to Jaws 2).
Seriously, dear Blogger friends. Just when I am catching up on my blogging, life threw me a curved ball which sent my timetable flying into the blue again!
Last week we had strong winds which is normal for August. But these seemed extra violent whipping around my little cottage on the farm. On Friday morning I noticed the ceiling board above my kitchen area was slightly split open. Now - on a farm, you don't bother the farmers with trivial household issues.
However, on Saturday night I was woken by a loud rending sound. The four cats on my bed, hopped as high as I did but Skabby continued to snore on his mini donut. This made me realise that it was not an intruder.
I gingerly stepped into the office area which is open plan to the kitchen. And there above the sink, the ceiling board had sagged alarmingly. I removed my kettle and covered my laptop on my desk and returned to bed. I must admit, I had a terrible night. I kept waking thinking of the mess and damage if the whole ceiling collapsed.
The next morning, it was still in place, albeit only just.
Being Sunday, I collected Thandi, her daughter Tombi and Thandi's sister, Mavis from the township. I always drop Tombi and Mavis off at their place of work at the Thokosiza Lifestyle Centre and then Thandi and I continue to The Bunker. We cleaned after the guests who had stayed the weekend and prepared for the one guest staying from Sunday until Wednesday.
All the while I worried about what was happening at home.
After dropping Thandi back home in the township at midday on Sunday, and returning home, I walked over to Ron and John's house. They were watching tennis. I told Ronnie that my ceiling was sagging and she was horrified that I hadn't called them the night before. I said I didn't see the necessity of bothering them at night.
John walked back home with me; on the way we called Nurse (who gardens for Janine next door) to come along in case we needed help. When he saw the sagging board, he said "that is not good but we will make a plan to fix it". This is always a farmer's stock answer. I told him that a friend, Brian, does maintenance and I'd ask him to come through on Monday and check it out. I'd already messaged Barbs to see if Brian would be able to come and help. At this, John demurred, saying the battens had become dislodged and he was sure he and Gavin could fix it in the morning.
Being a tall man, John gripped the edge of the ceiling board and jiggled it saying, yes, this will be easy to fix. I was standing under the board and Nurse was behind John. Just then the whole caboodle wrenched free of the last batten and came swinging down. I squealed and all three of us grabbed at the board. It was hanging by a mere thread, the light fitting! We were showered with rubble and bits of concrete. I quickly turned off the lights at the mains and at that moment Barbs phoned me. Before she could speak, I said (quite loudly, I might add) "the ceiling has collapsed on us!" She said she and Brian were on their way.
That's friends for you, hey?