Look How You Growed

An early call at 7am from the flat pack assemblers meant no breakfast and a sprint to the Dower House to let them in.
In no time at all his Lordship had two bookcases, a desk for his study and a chest of drawers, and I had a desk chair and two cupboards for china and glasses.

Had we had to put all this together ourselves, we might still have been at the first Billy bookcase and several pairs of his Lordships glasses would have been hurled across the room accompanied by bad language.

After a steep learning curve with the electronics guru a little later, and a stashing of clothes into wardrobes, we felt we needed a break, so back to the castle for lunch, a quick emergency blip and then into town for some retail therapy, necessity.

(It can't be called therapy when the things being bought are hooks, crockery draining baskets and toilet brush holders.)

The emergency blip is purely sentimental.
It is of the kitchen door jamb on which we used to mark the heights of the three youngest children. The older ones felt they were too old for this service.

While the rest of the wood has been painted, this little bit has been preserved, fingered and messy.

Although most of the heights were in the early nineties when the children were young teenagers, we have used it as late as this summer with the grandchildren.

The nice young incomers actually offered to let us have the door jamb as a keep sake, but I think a photo will do just as well.