There appear to be boy things occuring in the flat. The loft has been accessed and a makeshift floor has begun to take shape. Lighting and tools have disappeared through the hatch and strange crashing sounds have returned via the rickety steps. Loft ladders, dust and no doubt spiders have fallen from the ceiling above. Before yesterday I had never been in the loft. Matt had ventured up there in the past and described it to me, but now I have seen it with my own eyes. A whole host of potential Casualty moments await interspersed with cheesy horror film moments too. I am amazed that all this time just above my head, there laid such a huge space waiting to be filled.

And I have the perfect plan - a walk in attic wardrobe! Get cleaning up there Nik! Think of the capacity for shoes and handbags!