A strange week...

So strange that it seems a bit of a blur already, even though it's only Friday.
Painters come on Monday and Tuesday - the painting is complete.
Electricians come Wednesday  (or was it Tuesday?) move the exterior light down so it's no longer visible from inside, and hang our genuine 70s retro Danish-style pendant light (see pic).
Tilers come and chip up all the half tiles, without damaging the underfloor heating, and fill
the gap with cement (and I think that was Wednesday as well).
Roofer comes Monday and does some of the last bits of flashing.
The building activity and advances toward completion this week are the Good News. The Bad News is what makes all that seem a blur: Previous week ended with Peter's ex-wife being diagnosed with cancer. By Monday I am coping with the sudden news that my brother, who is in intensive care after an accident on his mobility scooter, is developing severe complications from the injury sustained (badly broken ribs, leading first to kidney failure, then a severe lung infection) and isn't going to make it. Family assembles at the Alfred on Tuesday morning, to give the OK to turn off the life support (the alternative is waiting until his heart gives up). Rest of the week taken up planning funerals, etc.   Oh, and somewhere in there, the Burke and Wills book draft finally gets sufficiently near to complete to give to the publisher, who now wants the rest finished asap, and all the images. It is a step forward, but like the house, we're not quite there yet.
Next week the tilers return to lay the new tiles, hopefully Monday or Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday is the funeral and then we're running away to Tasmania, as nothing more is scheduled to happen on the house until the kitchen is delivered the following week, ready for installation on 14 July.