Construction Site: And you may say to yourself, "This is not my beautiful house"

Three months in. As Sid Vicious sang, "and now, the end is near". The new parts are accessible if not quite livable (no lights, little power, no floor coverings or curtains). Tradesmen are engaged in a kind of chess game, as the plumbers have to wait for the tilers who have to wait for the electricians who have to wait for the plasterers. And so it's a fairly slow process; we are still living in small spaces and out of boxes. But we do have a kitchen. And, while one shouldn't count one's chickens before they are hatched, I can almost feel my fingers sliding gracefully across the wheel of the iPod that lies at the end of the rainbow.