The best little helper in the whole world was due in seven weeks and the house still wasn't finished... I say still because it felt as though we'd been struck by inertia after all of the momentum we'd had prior to xmas. We just pottered: started painting, oiling timber, cleaning up any scrap and doing trips to the tip. Al's knee was still crook and without him the last of the building jobs couldn't happen...
The house was still changing every day, albeit not as dramatically as it had been.
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