Our wonderful big windows are in, and suddenly the kitchen - which went very dark when the roof was tiled - is covered in sunlight again.
New back door with controvertial catflap. Nobody's quite sure about these yet (there's a catflap in one of the French doors too) - least of all Rory, our ginger moggy. Do we keep these, or would a small dogflap be easier for him with his bum leg?
And, on the bear-making front, nothing really seems to be happening (again). I'm trying to give up smoking, and it's weird how much I used smoking to organise myself. In as much as I ever had a schedule or plan for working, it has always been marked out by the cigarette breaks, and now that I'm trying not to, the days seem to have lost all their structure.
I also used to use cigarette breaks as serious 'thinking time' and without them, the thinking seems to be absent entirely!