Glancing up at my bedroom ceiling, I spotted a dark patch I hadn’t seen before.
Taking a closer look, I assumed that it was just damp – mostly harmless.
Buying our dream family home – an old Victorian fourbed – with my husband Andrew, 42, in June 2018, we weren’t surprised it was in a little disrepair.
But our children, Phoebe, 11, and Esme, eight, were so excited to live by the seaside after growing up in London.
So I brushed it off, hoping the damp would subside.
Only, within a few weeks, the patch was larger and darker.
Peering up at it, I noticed it was dripping with something that looked like black tar…
Confused as to what the substance was, I went upstairs into Phoebe’s bedroom to investigate…