Open door, or rather, no door!
For a couple of days we had no front door (it got put back in for the nights, thankfully) as Angelo the builder fixed it. Our front door - an ancient chestnut slab weighing something between 80 and 90 kilos - had become stiffer and stiffer to open, and swung in a smaller and smaller arc, to the point that we had to squeeze sideways to slide into or out of the house.
Because it's a big job to lift the old door up and off its cast-iron hinges (a 'big job' for those who had to do it - twice! - as I just watched and documented, feeling rather concerned for my boys and Angelo as they got that massive thing off the hinges, and then back up and centered on the hinges again) the job got put off until last week.
If it was really odd to have an open entryway instead of our solid door for a few days, it's even stranger now to have a front door that actually comes fully open. Days later, we still laugh when we push on the door and stumble through when it swings freely open, or turn sideways still, out of habit, when we go in and out!
(file in: life in an ancient stone house)