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Saturday, 16 June 2018

Doorknobs and Broomsticks...

sort of a day.
For the joiner it has been a witchypoo sort of a carry on.
Just as the bacon butties were about to be served, he hit a snag. The penultimate screw on the last door broke off in the oak frame.  He was not best pleased, who would be?  Truth be told he probably thought hang three doors, should be home by early afternoon!  Then the funky handles and catches I have chosen haven’t been exactly a doddle.
On the upside he has been 
well fed!


We are ever so slowly getting our new home as we want it.  



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