I am an inveterate fiddler.

Though I haven't been on the roof since 19th July 2009.

Some time ago Herself bullied me up to Carlisle, on a trumped up excuse, looking for shoes (Or something of that ilk). It was, in reality, a ruse to get up there to get me Thatontheleft.
Thatontheright, is what I saw when I looked down the garden at the small Spindle tree, about 11 mtr down the garden.

Rumour has it I can get a doofer to do this job properly.