Son of Big Chief Running Water, according to an ancient joke first recorded on the walls of King Tut’s Tomb or thereabouts. You might think, though, that if it’s minus ten or less at night and below freezing during the day, water coming through the ceiling would not be the complication you first thought of. Ahahahahaha. How wrong you were. In the midday sun of successive days, the snow on the roof has melted down into the gutters. There it has become ice. It has subsequently, or consequently, penetrated the wallhead, due to the warmth of the house, such as it is. We have water pouring into the sitting room because surface melt is sheeting down the front face of the house, the situation gutters are basically designed to prevent. When the big freeze starts the gutters will probably fall off. It is perfectly possible to design houses for sub-arctic conditions, however, this is not one such. It’s a lovely house, but heavy snow lying for more than a month is simply beyond what it was designed to cope with. Nice Calum up at the garden centre has lost one of his greenhouses — the roof was staved in by the sheer weight of the fallen snow. Barns and so forth have suffered the same fate here and there in the county — corrugated iron is a much used roofing material hereabouts, and very good it can be, but it does enable you to put quite a lot of space between supporting joists and in present conditions this is looking like anything but a good idea. We wait in dread for the thaw because even before all this started, the flat roof of the utility room was once again letting in water like nobody’s business. There’s two feet of snow sitting on it, so what will happen when it all melts won’t be nice.