Why do things like this always happen at three in the morning?
I was awoken at this inconvenient time by a constant drip, drip above me.
Nudging my husband awake I whispered: "It's coming into our bedroom now."
He groggily got out of bed and by the light of his iphone peered up at the ceiling.
''Yes it's behind the wardrobe," he whispered back.
We were whispering with the lights off as our three-year-old son was sleeping just feet away.
Earlier in the evening we had moved his bed into our room as the water had completely ruined his bedroom ceiling, the bathroom and the spare room.
We had placed buckets all over the top floor of the house to catch the drips in an effort to save the carpets.
But we didn't have enough buckets to catch the latest dripping water.
My husband had already bought what he said were the last ones from the pound shop around the corner.
The temperature is mercifully beginning to rise, but the consequence of this is the volume of melting snow which has been sitting on the roof for nearly two weeks.
It's now turning to water which in turn is leaking into the attic and down into the bedrooms below.
After all the disruption caused by the snow and ice, the thaw is an often welcome sight of the weather returning to a more seasonal norm.
But so much snow has to go somewhere.
My problem now is trying to get hold of a builder to come and look at the damage, and to sort out the insurance.
But with so many people in the same position this could take some time, I am told.
And with Christmas just over two weeks away it looks like we will be camping out in our own home for a while yet.
My one consolation is that with some foresight, I had moved the Christmas presents I had bought downstairs, so at least they are safe from the drips.
Although, I wish I had taken more notice when my neighbour said to me last week: "It's not the snow and ice you've got to be worried about - bad enough as that it - it's what happens afterwards."