I think it might have been worth all the crap.
The next day the wind was howling and the rain was falling - it was still worth all the rubbish though, as it's the only place we've lived in where the terrible Goddess hasn't had to go to considerable lengths to protect herself from ungodly draughts. In fact I've seen her feet for the first time in nearly 30 years; they've hardly changed at all.
Obviously these are my feet - if you try to photograph the terrible Goddess there is an unnerving shift in the space/time continuum..
