That dreaded dripping sound

This morning, yet again, we woke up to the sound of dripping water. It was raining outside and some of it was coming in. A pool of water had collected on the floor of the dining area. The covers were not pulled on the roof too tightly and leaked in. The hole it the ceiling pushed through with a stick let the water straight through.



Minna climbed upstairs and placed some pots and pans in critical places. Then we waited for the workmen to arrive.



The section of newly placed thatch did not leak a bit. It looks so beautiful.