Now there was nothing particularly wrong with it, it was just wrong for the house - all the other doors are four panelled victorian wooden ones, stripped pine downstairs and painted upstairs.
And it was like sitting in a room with a very long window - in the winter it had to have a heavy curtain over it, and I hated it.
So this year I bought a new one. Well a new to me, old one. And new handles and a new rim lock.
And today the lovely Graham fitted it for me.
It needs a coat of wax - but it looks so much better. And even better still, it's a door, not a window pretending to be a door!
