A new roof emerges

The roofing progress can be seen here. Significantly different to the previous leaking hotchpotch of tiles. The crane is an impressive contraption, very much used as a remote controlled toy by the builder when the weather permits him to be here. 
For me a fire on the terrace we’d cleared yesterday. As ever, in the general dampness nothing lit until it was almost dark and so I was left sitting outside in the blackness tending a large pile of smouldering leaves. 
Meanwhile Tricia was off on a jolly, picking olives and playing scrabble. Life is easy for some