
My antique print tray passed to me by my mum, filled with plastic tat and trinkets alongside my Great Gran’s thimble, my own nappy pin and a wooden rabbit with one ear from my Granny.

New improvised decking and pots to stop small people damaging themselves (somebody should tell her about that label)

The Olympic flame passed the bottom of our road so it would have been rude to miss it, although it was rather an odd occasion with more police and sponsors than torch bearers
We’ve been living in the house for two whole weeks now and I haven’t blogged anything yet, mostly because nothing is finished and I’m not quite sure where to start. Should I post finished rooms with before and after shots, or bits and bobs along the way? While I dither about what to post on a blog read by N and a handful of people who really don’t mind, here’s a couple of shots from the past couple of weeks.