Long weekends are great, but there's still that pressure to achieve. I think that the massive progress with painting my kitchen and bathroom, coupled with the installation of the fridge into its proper place, was enough to call this weekend a massive triumph.

I wasn't keen on damaging my finger with a saw. I wasn't keen on damaging my other finger with a bannister that I was tensing back into place (with finger in the jaws of the closing bit). I wasn't keen on the head injury, sustained, when the immovable object of a door met the irresisitable force of my head moving to "get a better look". At what? Stars apparently.

Still, the plasterboarding got done, the paintwork got done, a series of small but perfectly important tasks got done and the house felt like it moved into a new phase. A phase of having its kitchen and bathroom a mere radiator away from completion.