One block. Every trade. A hundred and forty days.

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First, the block gets cleared.

The gum comes down limb by limb, not all at once.

The plumber comes first.

Every drain the house will ever use is laid before the concrete.

One morning, the house gets a floor.

Wet in the morning. Walk on it by the weekend.

The roof goes on and the weather stops mattering.

The day it becomes an inside.

Six kilometres of cable, threaded stud by stud.

The plumber is back. Second visit.

Walls open, pipes in, pressure held overnight.

The best work on the whole job is the work you never see again.

Waterproofing is a certificate, not a coat of paint.

Then the walls close.

Everything you just watched disappears.

Cutting in. One steady line that holds.

Fit-off. The sparky's second visit. The plumber's third.

Benchtop lowered to the millimetre.

Outside, the ground is made good.

Deck, fence, turf. In that order.