Since I have been on my own, my house has been falling to bits (along with me !). The long debacle with the electricians in the summer left my loft with all the insulation just thrown back in along with the boarding.
Today, my lovely roofer is here. His apprentice is on the front roof scraping off the moss, whilst Andy is in the loft trying to rebuild the flooring and insultation !! He said your bathroom tiles feel sticky and spongy.
I replied, that the tiles around the toilet are coming up. Investigation has found the loo is leaking, the floor is like blotting paper. Fortunately Andy knows a good plumber, so he will have to re-do the loo, and refix my leaking kitchen tap. The carpets upstairs were not replaced properly by the electricians, so I shall need a new bathroom floor and the carpets refitted, at the very least. I was going out this pm, but have to stay in to tell them were to put things back in the loft.
It all reminds me of a very old song, which is the title of this post. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Probably, just grin and bear it.
Mrs Bouquet