If you've noticed an even further diminution of my usual glacial work-rate over the last week, that was because I was on holiday, and strictly forbidden to work. (Except, of course, for this delightful diversion.)
The house we were minding is a tall terrace, with thirty-three thigh-strengthening stair-steps between the living room and the bedroom.
All that healthy exercise does lead you to a view, though.
The view from the top loo is pretty decent...
...though necessarily hemmed in by the walls of the house and its neighbour.
Go up yet another flight of stairs, though, and you can walk out onto a deck that covers the original roof.
(The original-size version of this stitched panorama is rather enormous.)
The house used to be a boarding-house, and the current occupants are doing a huge renovation, ripping out major sections - like the toilet-and-shower block on the ground floor, for instance - and turning the building back into a normal house.
The "ripping out" part of the renovation is pretty much done...
...but the "turning it back into a normal house" part is, I feel fairly safe in saying, not entirely complete.
There was also a cat.