A spot of french polish, or how a sow's ear can be made into a silk purse.

We really must be approaching the end of this project. The Final Account is finalised, the lampshades have been ordered and Bob the french polisher is in this morning to see if our doors can be saved.

Now some may argue that such tender loving care expended on rather cheap doors is a step too far. But I say the honeyed patina of age is a precious commodity and should be cherished and preserved where possible, especially if it means minimising landfill.

It is also a treat to watch a true craftsman at work. I'll let you know how we get on.