There is something about a Friday evening. It almost demands celebrating. Fellow bloggers have regular Friday features that I now look forward to viewing.
I am enjoying a glass of the above wine and gearing up for a Saturday full of Saturday-type activities. It was the last glass in the bottle. Fear not, I've got this bottle's twin in the fridge if subsequent glasses are required.
The big news is that over the weekend, the hole is getting knocked through into the extension.
This window is where the door to the extension will be. George said, "this time next year we will say remember when that door used to be a window". He's right. This time next year, we won't be able to remember what it looked like before the doorway was knocked through and old photographs (taken now) will have us being yanked back in time when the window was there.
I have boxed up all the books and ornaments from this front room. Tomorrow morning all those boxes will have to go up the ladder to the loft.
I think I'll have that next glass of wine now. . . .
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