Ding ding, seconds out, round whatever the hell it is we're up to now.
The question of whether we're doing the right thing seems to have become moot.
We're doing this thing and to hell with the consequences, perhaps?
I'm doing this. The kids are doing this. At least three of us are apparently looking forward to it.
And now the house has seemingly become houses. The first one is now tantalisingly within reach but remains imperfect. The 2nd is moving forwards but, is it 'the one'?
Does it even matter?
The wheels continue to turn and we shall move onwards and see where we end up.