Ice ice roofy

The locals must be perturbed by their new unhinged neighbour with her head forever extending out of the Velux windows.

Can you be infatuated with a roof?

Perhaps until it leaks again. Then I am sure I will not be.

Apart from gazing at my frosty tiles, I've had a gardening day. Along with wild grassland, dug up at least a kilo of potatoes, dandelions with roots the diameter of fat fingers and 2 scratty rose bushes. Satisfied.