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The roof held. Through last year's storms it held good. Others' didn't. Tiles were displaced, some fell; must have leaked too. This one was sound though: sound enough, I thought. Wasps wouldn't nest in unsound eaves. It would need to be dry for them. They were nesting when we First summered here and we had to **** them. Sometimes I can still hear their buzz in the dry air.
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
The roof
The roof held. Through last year's storms it held good. Others' didn't. Tiles were displaced, some fell; must have leaked too. This one was sound though: sound enough, I thought. Wasps wouldn't nest in unsound eaves. It would need to be dry for them. They were nesting when we First summered here and we had to **** them. Sometimes I can still hear their buzz in the dry air.
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
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