The sound of dripping water has become too much. I can hardly sleep. We have used nearly all our extra pots to catch water in. Some areas of the house are better than others but nearly all of them have a small leak. I really don’t know how William’s Mother dealt with it all. I suppose she kept to her room. It does seem to be free from leaks.

I asked Thomas about her. He said she rarely came out of her room and that it was his job to see to her meals and other needs. He also said that he like her and she always treated him well though he never spent a lot of time with her. He indicated that William didn’t like him to linger with her longer than necessary. I suppose it is because of her advanced age but Thomas wouldn’t say anything more.

Thomas doesn’t seem to mind the rain and leaks; it is almost a game with him. He tries to keep up with water – emptying the pots outside and when they get full and dashing back to place them again. He has so much youthful energy. I really don’t know what I would have done here without him.

Sometimes I can’t believe my Father would allow me to stay here. Had he actually been inside this house?