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I’M RENOVATING. So many decisions.
When it’s furniture, it’s less permanent. Get it wrong, you can shift it somewhere else, give it away, leave it on the street.
Renovation is for keeps. The future. Decisions that can’t be turned back, choices requiring assessments about where everything is headed. Power – solar heating, solar everything, or stay with the mains? Water – how much to store? Tanks all over the backyard or bladders under verandahs? Broadband – re-cable the place so fibre-to-the-home can pump ethernet into every room, or leave it to wireless?
Get these decisions wrong and you’re stuck, not just with the stuff you built but with the whole picture you had of how the world would be.
It’s the books that are killing me. The place is bursting with them. Some I’ve never read, but will, next holiday, definitely. Some I’ve never stopped reading. Others read just the other week, resting now, reminding me of...
