My heart is sore today.
I walked into the manse and immediately shot into what is that mode - the sounds of a waterfall where there should be none greeted me.
Oh, dear lord. The recent cold had broken a pipe, and there was water everywhere. Several inches deep in the kitchen, it had gone through the ceiling from the upstairs bathroom and was busily rushing into the hall. The dining room was awash. The basement ran with water. Saddest of all was the kitchen, where part of the ceiling had fallen and the pattern on the lino had disappeared, worn off by relentless streams.
Through it all, the furnace chugged along, merrily trying to keep the house warm.
I'm not sure what's going to happen, or when. I'm just saddened that it happened. It seems a very dreadful thing to happen to such a beautiful, history-filled place.