Tidy

I'd got used to sloppily overfilling the coffee and dripping all of the way upstairs , taking advantage of the absence of carpet or any kind of tidiness.

That's the end of that. And the end of this phase. Except the doors, which didn't go well today - especially the bit where the cat tipped a freshly painted door on to the mud.

I can't quite remember , but I'm sure there's something else I'm supposed to do during the week.