I have four new windows at the front now, and another two to go. Also the front door, which will be a bit of a pain as I have to move all the books and shelves so they can get at the frame. Spent ages today filling in and painting and clearing up. Was too tired to go to tap, so sat and read 'A Spot of Bother' by Mark Haddon.
Why is it that when I am off work I always end up more knackered than when I am at work?