Men of iron

Sauveur and his son came yesterday to put the metal railing in place. They suffered the usual agony of lugging heavy objects up our stairs, only to find that the railing wouldn't get through the door and last bit of stair. A matter of two centimeters at most. There was a terse council of war, terse because they didn't have much breath to spare. Finally the decision was taken to remove the front door, no mean undertaking in itself, as the door is solid tropical wood, weighing a good few kilos itself. This solution worked, and the two of them started drilling. With the house still fairly empty, and tile floors everywhere, the whole place resonated like the inside of your head when the dentists use the slow drill. The net result is fantastic, though, and we are really glad we chose traditional artisans and not some ironwork 'artist'.