See the gray shingled wall, center? It looks so innocent, right? Like all it needs is fresh new paint, right? DON’T BE FOOLED!
For, at the very top, I pulled away, by hand, a punky shingle. And there was nothing behind it. Oh. That’s not good. Not good at all.
I pulled away more shingles. Oh. This isn’t good, either. Oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh dear. This is soooooooooo not good. Not good at all.
I should NOT be able to see the back of the chimney to the Octagon Bedroom.
And I should SO not see the oak dresser in the Octagon Bedroom!
As I fled the house in terror, I did pause a moment to appreciate the flowers. Thanks, Scott!