progress

tis a difficult thing to make, progress, in a bureacratic world that demands stamped pieces of paper left and right. there is only so far you can go before the local demi-gods want to come round and poke their pointy noses in to make sure whatever it is your doing is up to someone elses standards. verdict is still out as to whether or not it's worth while seeking said permit. but, i guess, if you don't, one of these days the watchdog will come and bight you in the bum.
so, progress... we are making loads. walls out, paint up. all sorts of things have been done. you should come round and inspect it yourself! beer o'clock is anywhere between 4pm and 6pm (and sometimes happens more than once)
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