Leaks

Having been given money for the family, Nun promptly decided it was time he went and saw them for two days. I suppose when he's here he works well, including Sundays, so I have no reason at all to stop him.

This morning he finished the windows in the back and then plugged the worst of the leaks -- a drainpipe cuts through the overhang on the top floor, and the rain comes in all around it, soaks through a rotten window frame and generously waters the wall below. There's more: the flowerbeds above the second-floor balcony also soak through the concrete, water gathers outside the flowerbed surrounding the spirit house (the brown-black patch), and the snails' trails at the bottom are hairline cracks that someone covered with smears of cement, now broken and useless:

He reckons it could all be remedied with a coat of tile putty, for which I didn't have the money until I remembered that Nek owes me a water tank, which isn't really needed until I make the bathroom. So now we have about 4,000 baht to play with, which I may put towards the roof sealer and a little iron-and-PVC roof over the back door. Who, as they say, is your daddy.

Meanwhile the painter carried on with the free ground floor job, and the welder branched out and painted the banisters and window frames, very neatly too. Nun claims the two of them will come in while he's away.