So, the house has a bum roof. Not a regular bum roof, a "the felt is showing" kind of bum roof. Honestly, I have no idea what that really means, but the inspector had a look on his face like he was telling me I had a fatal disease. So yeah. Not good.
We're waiting to see what will happen. Jane's been spending a lot of time with her house flash card, and I've been telling her she would get one from Santa this year.
These are small problems, I know.
But still. Sigh.