I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that I had a home maintenance job awaiting my attention, and today being warm and fine, I thought I might as well get on with it. I'm scraping the old varnish off one of our doors, from between the kitchen and the living room.
How old the existing varnish is I have no idea. There's a pretty good chance that it's the varnish that went on in 1920 when the house was built.
I'm not sure yet what sort of finish I'm going to put on afterwards, but on the kitchen side at least it had probably better be something pretty tough and moisture-resistant.
Scraping complete, first coat of polyurethane applied.
The depressing thing about this sort of job is that it's a whole lot of work with entirely unspectacular results.
People will look at the door when it's done, and they will think "Oh, a door."