A wall so thick you can sleep on the window sill – that’s what I’m talking about. Don’t make em like they used to, none of this flimsy cowboy contractor Chinese supplied nieu-plywood thingies, no sir. We’re not just building a building we’re constructing a damn mountain. Outside the weather, neighbours and visiting in-laws can go ballistic if they want to. Not bothered in here one bit.
Also, there are some fine light features and artistic touches in this room – a delightful place to have a little corner restaurant by the way. But I was attracted to the bricks itself – which seem to have stories to tell. Going back as they do to a time when words like Duke or Earl actually meant something… they have a lot of stories to tell, I’d imagine. I place my hand on it – and the cool texture doesn’t fool me one bit. Keeping my hand on it, I can feel centuries of awareness…

Or maybe it’s just a really cool wall.