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No Longer Building Lego Roofs — It’s Only Real Ones For Me Now
Everybody wants to rule the r̶o̶o̶f̶ world
It was just an ordinary summer day.
I set off from home at 9 am, as the day was already heating up. That’s not especially ordinary for England but it is August.
Otherwise, everything looked very ordinary. My house looked just as it has every day this year; nothing was amiss, doors locked, windows left ajar, scaffolding surrounding the bathroom in the same place it has been for the last year, awaiting the arrival of builders to make use of it one day in the hopefully not-too-distant future.
I was only heading to the supermarket because I figured it was about time I fed the children again since I had refused to do much shopping since we arrived back from Portugal.
(“Eat raspberries,” I said. “We have enough in the garden to feed ten families.”)
When I returned, triumphant at all the great food I had hunted down in the supermarket, there was a surprise waiting for me.
The builders had finally arrived and they were busy removing my roof while blasting out ’80s hour on the radio.
