Obligatory Fri AM OT; soundtracked by Pauline Anna Strom's Trans-Millenia Music and a quick sprint to Lidl ahead of the school pick up.

The roofer reappeared and we strolled out above the bedroom; he's sending folks over on Monday to affect repairs.  Dripping ceiling no more? Here's hoping.

The landlord's representative also showed face, apologetic and I now have their direct line so any future issues can go straight to them instead of being filtered through the proper channels  the mess that is DCHA's communication.

Other than that, nowt of note. Meatballs with goulash sauce was devoured, new quilt was gratefully accepted.