Welcome to my door.

This is Ulla, one of the members in our small neighbour group. She invited the rest of us to a party, celebrating her new door. This is the very door.

Mostly it was a reason for us to meet and have a cosy evening together, she's an amazing cook and the company, eight of us, was pleasant company. Putting the new door in there wasn't at all planned seven months ago, when she got the craftsmen to look at a part of her outer wall that needed some new planks, a little more insulation under a window and some paint. When they examined the place more thoroughly it became clear that she needed to change so much of the wall-planks around the house that the simplest solution was to replace almost all of it and at the same time do a proper layer of insulation around the house. The house is very old, built during the 18-hundreds or older and she wasn't sure when it had been looked after latest. She decided to do the whole lot and at the same time change her front door, that also was in really poor condition and the entrance didn't really have a proper stairs either, so she ordered that too. I guess we all know this story, once you notice that something is falling to pieces in one place, you can be shure it's not only there.

She is very happy about having it done, the door was the last thing to be installed only a week ago, it's taken the craftsmen six months, interrupted by holidays and suchlike, to get it ready and she already feels it's a different house to live in. The draft is gone and her electricity bills will be much smaller in the future. 
We also had a great meal and a very nice evening on top of everything.