Labyrinths and leaks

We've had an intermittent drip from the dining room ceiling for ten days now. We were given various explanations: a broken pipe, faulty sealant on the bath, or standing water from a leak last year . Four visits from four different plumbers in just over a week! Bloody tedious, stressful, and expensive.

 

A couple of nice things from the weekend. I won a Mari Lwyd badge on Ebay and she now adorns my peacoat. The badge is not quite three inches across. The Mari has gold spirals along her jaw; she's framed by a starry disk of sky and a sprig of hawthorn in fruit. 

 

An old friend of B's came up from Reading. We had a picnic in Memorial Park among the copper beeches then a drink in Allesley, where I later walked a turf maze. They've cut it into a patch of wildflower meadow in the churchyard; the paths wind through long grass and speedwell. A sign encourages you to walk slowly and meditate; well, I didn't. The second time through I went a bit fey and sorta danced through it when I thought B and Kirsten weren't looking. I'm a bit disappointed I didn't end up somewhere else. My ears are about as pointy as ever.

 

Currently reading A. L. Lloyd's FOLK SONG IN ENGLAND.