Just about a year has gone by and the house .. and the world look at very different place. The crappy plot with the debris from a demolished 70’s primary skool has the new house and everything is in lockdown. My life is not that different .. a grumpy old man faffing about on his land with his biggest concern being the last of multifinish. There is seriously more heroin available in the UK than plaster. The guys who’ve been helping me on phase 2 have all disappeared as there’s nothing to do without the materials to plaster the rest of the house. Ang/I have been steadily working on. Ang has painted as much as she can, having just finished the dining room (‘media room darling’) and we have curtains upstairs. I’ve recycled more wood making a wall behind the fireplace and have build a very retro workbench. I’ve cleared out and done first fix elecs and plumbing to the lower ground floor – so this, the halls and two bedrooms are ready to be plastered. We’re going round things for a second tidy up eg the prototype home controls electrics are all properly wired in. We’re also finding some things go well and others take an inordinate amount of time .. we must have some 50 hrs fukking about to converting an old singer sewing machine into a washstand. We’re talking with folk designing and getting ready to start the kitchen, staircase and landscaping around the house. April has been lovely for weather so the garden is even looking tidy. In the good weather I’ve needed frequent essential £1.60 bolts that’s resulting in motorbiking to screwfix via a bit of countryside.