I actually got on with some real 'building work' - making mortar and building up the walls around the 'hayloft' door. The end bedroom used to be the cow barn (it had a trough and everything) and above it was a hayloft with a door to the outside. Because the house is built into the hill, this door is at ground level on the outside but above head height inside. The bedroom will have a very high ceiling and this doorway will be a window. The stonework around the frame was very uneven, so it needed more stones putting in and a lot of pointing to fill in the gaps. On Thursday we put the glass in which was a bit scary. We had the scaffold tower up inside, but only had two narrow boards on it because we are using the others somewhere else and we hadn't bothered adding the extra set of bars to make sides round where you stand, so I was on that while Bob passed the big double-glazed unit to me through the opening from outside. For some reason, I was really nervous (usually I'm absolutely fine). I think it was because of the glass and the responsibility for holding it because I was fine when the glass wasn't there. Anyway, apart from my nerves, it went in without any problem and that is another hole sealed.
We have done a bit of entertaining this week. Maggie and Bill who I've spoken about before (just down the lane, renovating a cottage and barns, moved here just before us, daughter with a mohican) have sadly split up. We knew about this ages ago, but it was kept quiet for quite a while. Anyway, Maggie moved out just before Christmas and Bill went away for most of December until after New Year. Things were a little awkward for a while with us seeing both, but having to be careful what we said to either. So, now Bill's back and Maggie has her own house, we can see them as separate people and things are much easier. Bill came for dinner on Sunday and told us all about his month away - including learning to morris dance! Then Maggie and the mohican (which has gone from green through turquoise, red, pink and is now blonde) and the mohican's boyfriend (who also has a mohican), so Maggie and two mohicans, came for something to eat last night. We could have gone wassailing last night if we hadn't been busy. A girl at work lives in a village about eight miles away and they uphold the tradition of singing around an apple tree, tying things in the tree and pouring cider on its roots (to encourage a good crop in the coming year) followed by a lantern-lit walk across the hills to a pub - sounds like good fun and it's a shame we couldn't go.
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