There is still a shocking amount of kitchen stuff in the sitting room; mostly cleaning materials, some of which I inherited from Mother; some almost ancient history; things forgotten and duplicated down the years.
How come I have so much black shoe polish? Do I even have any black shoes these days? Well yes, one pair, worn rarely and polished once a year if they are lucky.
Not quite the stuff I can put on e-bay.
My measuring jug collection is pretty impressive too. And if anyone needs some toaster bags, I’m your woman.
But anyway, now for some pictures.
This is how the kitchen wall units looked a week ago:
Here’s how they look today:
I think I have said how much I like the floor. They were the first bit of the new kitchen to be in place. Here they are pre-grout:
I like the corners too.
A little bit of techno:
It’s not perfect. There are three scratches on the hob that I can’t shift; a drip from a joint under the sink that someone with stronger wrists might be able to fix in seconds; and a growing snagging list. But compared to the kitchen I had just two weeks ago, it’s pretty damn good.