A roof, a roof, my kingdom for a roof

What a difference a day makes, or in this case, about 4 months. The decision to go ahead and remodel/replace our flat roof with a pitched roof in October last year is probably one of the worst ones I have ever made (and I've made a few of those).
It needed doing, and it might have been just as bad for water penetration if we had left it as it was, but I have to tell you, these last few months have been the most stressful of my life. Selling my house in the UK, quitting my job, emigrating to the USA and getting married in the space of 3 months was a pussy cat in comparison.


Last night, Legend Jr and I had a little party in the new roof space to celebrate the completion of the construction. We hauled up some blankets to sit on and a basket containing tubs of chocolate and vanilla ice cream, a couple of spoons and a few napkins (just in case it got messy), and sat between the new roof beams with only a head torch for light.

He has already claimed much of the loft space as his own territory. So far, he has a bomb factory, a paint studio, a dance floor and a spy station all chalked out and ready for planning permission. Good luck with that one.

As soon as the rain stops for more than a few hours, we will be able to get the roofers back to put on the shingles and waterproof the new roof deck (Widows Walk). However, the forecast is not looking good for the rest of the week, with gale force winds and heavy rain heading this way. I can see the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel however, so I’m looking forward to a few more tubs of ice cream up there before Jnr. takes over.
PS
The wind ripped a big hole in the tarp covering the widows walk last night, and our little playground got flooded,*takes a deep breath*. A few pots and large towels solved the immediate problem before I left for work, so I will need to do some patching when I get home.