That staircase

I hope that these two images demonstrate how a small modern staircase at the back provides access to the flats over the shops in these buildings

2013: Back in Britain I found a counsellor and employment to pay for my therapy sessions. I told spouse in no uncertain terms that I wasn't returning until he had been cured of whatever sickness it was he had, and so he too found himself a counsellor. After a couple of months he agreed to relationship counselling and so we each had private online sessions with the same person for a few weeks before I chose to return to Greece to make another go of it.
I was closer to my old confident self and he showed signs of being more compassionate. I was having cancer follow-up tests every six months and there was no guarantee that the cancer wouldn't return, so we really needed to invest in the cottage we had begun in 2007 and finish it off so that it could begin earning money, and the sooner the better. We would be foolish to spend the last of our savings on my cancer and then have nothing left to finish the project. And anyway, if I didn't have long to live I wanted to see my project completed.
So at my insistence we rolled up our sleeves and got on with it. I could see him fighting against the urge to tell me that whichever task I had set myself should not be done that way but this, and that was certainly progress.
Towards the end of the year we invited a couple of tame holiday-makers to test-drive the cottage and give us feedback. We were progressing.