Finishing touches

You have no idea how pleased I was to see this handle this morning.

Little things mean a lot. I want to remember how it felt to get to this stage of our renovation today. There's the sick, lurching feeling at the bottom of my stomach which is either because of some new medication I'm on, or due to thinking about just how much not-yet-earned funds we've sunk into this project. Or maybe just a haggis hangover from celebrating Burns' Night last evening with the family.

Just want to go home. Seeing the finishing touches go in mean we're another day closer to that.