Red tiles adorn the top of homes in the south of France.
Red clay roof tiles are called, "tuiles" in French. (There is also a cookie called a tuile, it represents the roof tiles, a sweet idea isn't it? I might have to eat a pound or two to ease my frustration….)
The tiles lay one upon another, they are sturdy but fragile. When our neighbors climb out of their window to take a stroll on our roof top (Don't ask me why they do this… maybe it is to catch a view, or retrieve a cat, or to smoke pot, or to look into the skylights into other people's homes….) they often crack the tiles with their steps.
Our neighbor have many reasons to go look out of their window … though none of them merit walking on our roof top.
When the clay roof tiles are cracked,
and when it rains,
and when it rains hard,
there will be a leak. If many roof tiles are cracked and cracked badly you will have a flood.
Our roof tiles are cracked badly. Water galore happened in Chelsea's bedroom that is my new office.
Since I do not have shelves (yet!) my lovely brocante finds were laced (pretty word for sprawled) over the floor…. water, brocante, and floor equals squishy mess.
Lovely. The thought of my neighbors is not creating sugar plums dancing in my head…
Our roof tiles were walked upon last year too. We had a mess last winter! The insurance paid for the damages… but this year they will not. Lovely.
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