The build has been storming along but with family help progress is even greater than I could've imagined. The boat is beginning to look less like a steel shell and more like a home.
Mum and dad L helped me sand the kitchen and living room walls before attacking it skilfully with varnish.
Dad C and Rob have fixed the most-awkward-sink-known-to-mankind into one of the kitchen worktops and in front of one of the windows so I'll have a lovely view when washing up. I get washing up duties because Rob is the chef. And a very good one he is too.
Beer and bricks. Sorted.
They've also been working on building walls and hanging the first of our three doors. A home with doors? Imagine that.
Walls! Internal bulkheads take shape.
We've even had chance to try out our new sofa.