So, I helped my Dad – who is a chronic DIY – re-shingle part of his roof up at the lake in the last few days. I’ve done roofing before, re-shingling my own cottage with my son about 10 years ago, and I was reminded that roofing is a tough, gritty and mind-numbing job. And when it’s 35 Centigrade with the humidex and the sun is directly overhead and the heat radiating from the super-heated asphalt at your feet, it’s practically impossible. We finished the job late last evening after knocking off at mid-day for a few hours to wait for the heat to pass. Were we wussies, or just smart to find some shade, a breeze and lots of water? Smart, probably.
One thing’s for sure – I now know why roofers like to start so early – to beat the heat.
One disclaimer: this isn’t me. I wish it was, I’d love to look that good in a muscle shirt at my age. Dream on, Mr. Gibb.
I’d would also like to be just as fast as ‘Rocket Rob,’ pictured here…