The last day of my 1867 front door...

... with a bit of luck - though I have little faith in the company that is due to replace it with an airtight door tomorrow.

My builders have rebuilt the threshold in brick which meant that the frame of the old door collapsed inwards (you can see the rotten wood it was made of bottom left) and I could no longer close the door. So that I can continue to get in and out of my house they have put in a temporary wooden bar which I am carefully stepping over.

I haven't had the energy to post here for a long time but the gaps will gradually be filled so that the story eventually becomes coherent, even if it is frustrating and a warning to others contemplating doing what I have done.