There's a hole in your bucket . . .

. . . No there's not - there's a hole in the roof!

Well, no apparent hole, but the flat roof of the downstairs shower room, with an inch of ice and six inches of snow on it, gave in to the thaw and was drip drip dripping through the ceiling this morning.

Cleared the snow off it in the afternoon, and tomorrow I hope to clear the ice.

In the meantime, there's always the bucket!