Since the scaffolding was up for the mason to finish off the chimney top, The Husband suggested I (lazy, out-of-shape) climb up the rickety aparatus, risk my life, and take a picture of the inside of the house from waaaay up there. Actually, he said something more like "Why don't you take a picture of the second floor from the scaffolding?"
Why *he* didn't take the picture is beyond me. I think he has a warped sense of humor. When I *huff, puff* got to the top of the scaffolding, the mason says, "She's not gonna be one of these folks that gets up but can't get down, is she?" Ha ha ha, of course not. (am i? oh dear.)
What does the inside of our house look like from the top of a rickety platform with bits of mortar flying everywhere and snickering men about? I'm glad you asked. Not much.
If you squint and turn your head *this way* you can imagine an actual floor, no construction equipment, and a contented and peaceful blogger gazing down on her living room from the loft.
Yeah, me neither.
One cool thing I discovered, however, was the house's current residents. We have squatters.
No sign of the birds, just a nest. Maybe they don't like flying mortar and snickering men either.