After ten weeks of scraping, swearing, sanding, swearing, smoothing, cursing, and varnishing i'm ready to wax-on and consider the bathroom door - done. It's ruined my hands and my wrists are in bits. I've gone through a can of deep freeze and a tube of voltarol...but by the beard of Beelzebub's dog; it's was worth it.
A job like that reminds me why i do-it-myself: those all-too-brief moments when the finishing touches are done and you can stand back to admire the shine, before entropy cracks its knuckles and starts to work over the wood.
I suppose in future, some putz will smother it in white paint but i can enjoy it while it lasts.