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kitchen khaos
I’ve started this entry about 20 times and I still haven’t figured out how to write what I’ve been up to in the last 8 days without going into overdrive with my moaning and whining and generally whinging. So I’m just going to write it all out. You don’t actually need to read it.
Basically, we’re getting a new kitchen fitted. Hurray. Lovely new kitchen. Boo. Getting fitted. The joiner who’s fitting it is my best mate’s dad. He’s not the healthiest of blokes, which we knew and didn’t mind (cheap rate you see) and so by getting him to fit the kitchen we took this task on on his terms – he’d do it when he felt well but would need to take a bit of time. Honestly, this wasn’t a problem at the time, I mean our kitchen is frigging tiny and I just couldn’t believe that it would be a problem. WRONG.
I’m not saying he’s not doing a good job – his work is fantastic, but it’s been 2 full weeks since this started and it’s not really moving in any way. It’s doing my head in.
As it stands at the moment, we’ve got a couple of cupboards up (but we can’t put anything in them), a little bit of worktop is still attached, the sink is still there and the washing machine is hanging on.
We haven’t had a cooker or hob for 7 days, so we’re using our camping stove and the microwave.
The joiner hasn’t been here for 5 days and isn’t coming back till Monday.
I’m being driven half mad with all of this. At the moment we’ve got boxes of crap sitting everywhere in the livingroom and our camping stoves are stacked up in the corner, still warm from cooking tonights tea.
Our kettle is on the hall floor. Our fridge is in the hall. Our crockery is on our livingroom table. Our toaster is under one of the dining chairs. I keep knocking over the cats’ food bowl because it’s not in the usual place.
We broke a pipe in the bathroom and flooded our bathroom floor.
Bandito got food poisoning last weekend and a whole day of our holiday weekend was a total write off. And he’s now got a really bad cold and can’t stop sniffing or coughing.
Oh I don’t know. I’m hoping it won’t take much longer, but I think it will be another 2 weeks. God help us all.
On a good note however, we went to see De La Soul last night and much to my surprise, I had a bloody brilliant time. I was right in the middle of the throng and had a perfect view and all the tall bastards kept away from me which was nothing short of miraculous.
Mainly though. I’m really fucked off about the kitchen. I know it’s going to be worth it in the end, it really will be. But it’s a long, long way to go.
And I think Bandito’s sniffing is going to push me over the edge.
Oh dear. I must be pre-mental.
(Bandito just read that sentence and has asked me to report that he said ‘up yours Heeland Lass, I’m ill!’.
Ah yes. Man Flu. The deadliest flu of all.
10:36 pm - 21 April 2006
