So someone threw a flare onto our roof yesterday morning. That’s right, a full on emergency parachute flare. We didn’t know what it was at the time, but when you hear a large thud on the roof, and see a glowing light coming in through the windows a lot goes through your mind. Actually, the first thought I had was “I’m too tired to get up”, and then came “I feel a little guilty because Suzanne got up and I am still laying here”. But just before I dozed off again a voice seemed to ask in a most reasonable way, “Have aliens come to take us away?”
I checked it out after breakfast. There was a 30cm long black streak on the roof where the flare had laid and burned away. After work I got up on the roof for a closer inspection. The flare had landed near the edge of one of the sheets of our metal roof and had burned so intensely that it had bucked the metal and produced a gap between that sheet and the next one. It would let rain in if I left it.
I made a report to the police, and to the insurance company who said it was ok to patch it so that no more damage would happen. I patched it with some silicone resin which should be alright temporarily.
But what a pain in the ass! I bet it was some local kids playing around. We’ve seen them a few times accross the road in the park letting off fireworks. If I see them again I’ll call the cops on them. Maybe I’ll beat them first.