Not Topping Out.
Not Topping Out
The suns really come out for us today and it’s a stunning summers day to spend playing out on the roof. With the skylights in, I’m a lot more conscious to make sure I don’t step backwards through the glass and seem to be brushing them off constantly as dust from the slate drill covers them in a fine powder throughout the day.
We were motoring along and as I put the last row of slates onto the ridge, it suddenly dawned on me there were no more slates left for the other side. Whether it was the sun or just the fact this was the first roof I’ve ever rebuilt I don’t know but I’d made a bit of a cock up and probably lost us an hour. I’d put the slates destined for the front roof onto the back by mistake. It wasn’t a big job to undo but it was a bit embarrassing.
Donald and Gary spent the next hour offering helpful advice (don’t fall off etc..) and constructive criticism from the ground.
It was only now that Donald pointed out that we hadn’t arranged to have a topping-out of the roof! No champagne, no fanfare, nothing!
To be honest, I had no idea we would get things done this soon so the idea of a topping out hadn’t even occurred to me so as we left, I popped to the shops in Bentham and dropped off a few beers at Donald’s place. I’d be driving for the next hour or so, so I’d have to wait until I got home to enjoy a cold one but made a mental note to celebrate the next major milestone with Rachel properly when we were next up there together.