The arrival of carpet meant that the door for the robe could be installed - much to my delight.
Much to my disgust we quickly established my husband was drunk when he made the frame for the robe, as the door frame differed significantly in width at the top to the bottom. Lets just say there was a tantrum, a screwdriver thrown, and a person who vowed never renovate again.
My mood was made slightly worse when the door was planed down which requires me to paint the bastard thing AGAIN! That job is still on the "when I calm down" list.
However, eventually we ended up with this
Which hides all of this (and more)
My mum tells me this is the largest baby robe she has ever seen. Clearly she hasn't seen my plans for our next house *hides*.