Hadn't noticed the silent, secret river seeping though the house - has been for several years
Didn't notice til November - going to write something on the calendar, talking on the phone at the time, not really looking what I was doing but could feel pen slipping rather than writing so paid attention - water dripping through the ceiling, onto weird art calendar, making it even more grotequesly baroque
Several days progressively tearing the house apart - moving heavy furniture, dismantling shelving, sawing through plasterboard
Found rogue section of bathroom plumbing, sealing tape eroded, steadily weeping into wall of bedroom.
Weeks later less wet - still damp
Removing storage though - lovely spacious room.
Embracing dampness