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I’m a daydreamer. Some dreams come to fruition. Some don’t.

Just now, I’m dreaming up plans for our basement. Gone my plans to build my own hamam, injecting a sense of realism at last.

Now and then, I entertain the notion of building a workshop like Kris Harbour has, but having none of his skills or talent, I imagine those dreams shall go the same way as my personal spa.

So now I imagine a space split between an office studio and a small café. The studio to maintain a reliable income stream. The café for the good life we yearn for.

But, as I say, I’m a daydreamer. For now, it’s just our barn, useful for storing fodder for the neighbour’s cow and assorted building supplies. The dreams just keep us moving.