Light at the end of the tunnel...

So I finally have a scaffolding-free house. It's been a long-time coming and yet all of a sudden without it, the place looks kind of undressed - like a living room at the start of January when the Xmas tree and fairy lights have just been despatched.

Apparently I'm going to get home tonight and the bathroom will almost be done. Now, from past experience I think we both know this won't actually be the case but the whole project is all so tantalisingly close to being finished that I've taken the bold step of booking the fitting of my new carpet and assuring them that they'll be able to come in on that date and I won't need to postpone. I choose to think that this means I'm pathologically optimistic rather than just plain stupid.

So the flat's nearly done and now to help lift my mood, the sun has kindly put in a very commendable performance over the last week or so - life's good.

Apart from the one inevitable thing that this burst of summer brings along with it....garden envy. All of a sudden, having an upstairs flat, no matter how nice and newly done it is, seems so very last season....