It's nice having something pretty and delicate around the place for a change. As you can see, we're still in the middle of, well, every job you could think of, all at once, so the rest of the house is all boxes and wood and drills. The triumph of the week is that the landing floor is now finished, and I can't tell you how pleased that makes me.
But now we have a floor - a combination of the original floorboards, some Victorian boards being thrown out by the neighbours over the road, and new boards, all cut into slightly bizarre shapes to fit the wonky walls and mismatched floors of adjoining rooms. I've never been so excited about a floor before. It almost seems a shame to cover it with a carpet.
In fact, we're going to be able to enjoy the floorboards for a little longer, as the carpet is staying rolled up while we plaster the walls - my job this weekend while Peter fits cladding to the bathroom walls. Well, that's the plan anyway...