There appears to be some form of precipitation in the main bedroom – this is not good for a number of reasons, mainly that it keeps Ros awake when water (good grief! I do hope it’s water) from an unknown source sploshes on her face. She’s now safely resting up in the spare bedroom, and I’m on a pile of soft-ish things and in a sleeping bag on the living room floor.
The mattress has been stood on end away from the drips, a bowl placed in relatively the correct place and I’ve had a look in the loft, where there’s nothing too obvious.
In four hours I’ll ring the landlord.