I could tell we had rain before I looked out a window, water was drip, drip, dripping in the upstairs hall.  I strategically placed a bucket under the leak and dried the floor.  I hate this house.  We’ve had a constant parade of roofers up on that flat roof during the thirty seven years we’ve owned this house.  I couldn’t believe it when we actually had two years without the leak after the last roofer was up there.  I guess we’ll call him again.

     One of these days, we might even get the leak in the basement to go away.  We’re close, it only leaks a little now when we have a considerable amount of rain, like today. 

     There’s another reason why I hate this house.  We bought the house from DH’s parents.  No matter how much I change it, it will always be his parent’s house.  (Not to mention the leaky roof and basement.) 

     Never buy a house from an in law or an out law for that matter.  The first week after we moved in, we found we had a major termite infestation that WE had to take care of because they wouldn’t.  That winter the furnace went out in a blaze of glory and smoked the basement on the coldest day of the year and it was a Sunday.  I dare you to try to get that fixed quickly.  Then the water heater died.  No one mentioned the leaks before we bought the place.  Did I mention that I hate this house?