I'm in the process of filling in back entries from my old journal. This is a long and tedious process, and I'm not doing it entirely in order, as I'm leaving some of the more complicated entries (mostly those with photos) for last. So if you read back and wonder at large gaps and apparently out-of-order entries, that's what's going on.
There was a large pointless room in the back of the Market Street house that we turned into a very nifty bar. Dom and I spent a fortune on wood and other materials and built the bar ourselves the weekend we took possession of the house. It was dramatically over-engineered.