and the walls came tumbling down...

This is the scene I returned home to this evening:




The back wall of the house is down, and the old part sort of resembles a doll-house, with its cut-out openings. It makes me think of 'Being John Malkovich'.... I half expect to see John Cusack's character standing above our house, dangling one of his marionette dolls next to our dining room table. I guess there's no turning back now.
p.s. like my pink hard hat? a present from Michael.