The pressure’s dropping like crazy. The wind is picking up. Clouds are rolling in. My special powers of weather prediction tell me it’s going to rain soon.
Mr. Clack & Son finished getting the tin on the Big House this afternoon.
It’s an interesting process. Lots of ladders and air compressors and Electrical tools and such. Strange guys comin’ and goin’ past the windows through which Missy & Rocky peer at the outside world.
Two things Mr. Big Food & I are wondering:
1) Though we both love the pitter patter of raindrops on a tin roof, just how loud is it going to be?
2) Though I especially love my shiny things, just how bright is shiny tin going to be? I’m betting close to blinding.