Fresh and full of beans, I tackle my doors again and get my plane out from the depths of my toolbox (I have to shift the telly off it first) to trim down the left-hand door. Apparently I have two in there, astonishing, because the last time I used one I was having teenage fanatasies about Kate Bush (that'll be last week, then). Shave off the requisite 2mm from the bottom end and then rebate as per the other door. This time on fitting it's absolutely perfect. Fantastic! And it's only 7pm. With the remaining time I get a piece cut and shaped to fit the bottom of my bed, and the rather intricate piece that will skin the cabin-side of the remaining wardrobe. I'm not going to tackle cutting this out as it's a bit late to be running power tools and I also don't want to start cocking things up through tiredness again. Very pleased with my new doors though.