I phoned a friend.

 If this had been a proper internet heading it would have read:

"I phoned a friend, and you won't believe what happened next!".

It's astonishing how little problems just seem to vanish with just one extra pair of hands on the job, to say nothing of an entire extra brain.

It really only did take one or two jiggles and joggles, and perhaps one "let's pull it out and fix it" before the job was done a very long time before lunch, and with Pat doing most of the donkey work and pretty much all of the thinking as well, by the end of the day (which was really in the middle of the day) almost nothing hurt.

Yes folks ten days in to the project, or one year and ten months if you want to be picky, the lining is complete and ready for the next terrifying step.

I am now going to take the rest of the afternoon off to contemplate how much easier it would be just to give it all a quick sand and a lick of varnish instead of trying to turn it into some sort of reverse fur ball.