Behind the fireplace (modern, electric, badly impersonating something that was once there before) we are disappointed to find no hole. So, we both spend some time knocking the wall; quickly and arbitrarily: knuckle of forefinger extended, searching for the hollow sound that we expect. Solid bricks. We find no evidence of a former hole and neither of us know enough about fireplace finding to continue. Instead my disappointment quickly abates as I start to think about the former occupiers of this room - each represented by their different mark. Us now. Us next.

Perhaps we will be able to give this room back its fireplace at some point.