First post.. doesn’t get any personal than this (for now!). It’s about my love interest so if you’re a guy and get turned off by lovy dovy stuff than feel welcome to leave!
I just moved in Perth four weeks ago and I’m loving my new digs and the area surrounding it. The suburb where I live has a cosy café down the road, an Italian grocery store just a few meters from where I live, and a bus stop right outside my apartment.
Everything felt so right until one rainy Sunday, when I noticed a puddle of water on the kitchen floor. At first, I thought I must have spilled some water from the sink but then I noticed that a leak was coming from the kitchen ceiling. If there’s one pet peeve I have when it comes to houses or accommodation, it’s roof leaks. It’s one of those times when I wished I studied a trade after high school or knew someone who was into roofs. A roofer. Or a roof carpenter. I quickly got the red tin pail I just bought from a vintage shop a couple of blocks away from my place. It had a wooden handle and I liked the way it matched with the red tin pail. I meant for it to be a magazine rack in my living room but now it will have to serve as what it was meant to be. To hold water.
So there I was, checking the internet on how to repair leaky roofs and listing down contact information of expert roof repairers. I decided not to stress about it and hoped and prayed that the leak is not strong enough to fill up the pail overnight. Thank God, it didn’t and the sun was peering behind a cloud the next day. I immediately called the contacts I had on my list and started to compare prices which I was not comfortable to do. I finally found one I could afford and eventually one I could entrust my home to.
I spoke to Adam of a Perth roof restoration company (giving away his identity by providing this link…hope he doesn’t mind!) and he sounded like a pleasant and soft spoken man in his 60s. He asked me a few questions about whether my roof was made of shingles or tiles. I told him that I absolutely have no idea what the roof is made of. He said that he will send his son over to my house and have my roof checked as soon as possible. At around 10:30 am, Leo arrived. His greeting was cheerful and confident yet there was a polite tone in his voice. I showed him to the kitchen where the pail still sits on the floor. “Don’t you just hate roof leaks?”, he asked me with a chuckle. He said that he would climb up the roof to check what’s causing the leak. After some time, he came back and said that upon checking the damaged area for signs of seepage, the leak was caused by a crack on one of the shingles. I was impressed with his work ethics as he took a photo of the damage with his phone and explained what needed to be done.
Luckily, the cracked shingle was still in good condition and may be repaired without removing it. The shingle just had to be secured. He said that it would be good to start work right away while the weather is cool as it will be easier to remove the shingle when it’s cooled down. To be honest, there were times when I zoned off from all his explanation.
There was something in his light aura that made me want to know more about him. I was somehow mesmerized by his personality. I think I’m falling in love with the roofing guy. And did I tell you that he has gorgeous blue eyes?