Funny story....

See, when the rain comes pouring down, and by that I mean raining cats and dogs, small cracks in the construction becomes three extra taps in the kitchen. When I came home I found puddles of water by the stove, window and fridge. Mattias came rushing home from work, my own excellent mother and her wonderful man also came to the rescue and we have padded, filled, tore down and fixed. So, the thing one can hear now is not dribbling were it should not dribble but a warm fan, heating the wet panels.