Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Kitchen Sink Drama


 .. well not really no dramas at all  - I have a new kitchen sink. But not in my kitchen ... no no, my lovely new sink is in my shiny new and lovely utility room! We appear to be winning the war with this house & beating it successfully into submission, dragging it inot the 21st century! We did have a muddle of odd brick cupboards that led into the garages outside of the actual kitchen - it looked like someone had simply put a roof over a couple of old external brick sheds - so whilst the space was actually huge & useful the temperature out there was exactly that of outside so it was a bit of a waste of space & hence a dumping ground.

So FauxSurreyHubby & I did our sums & decided that as I am regularly employed these days (always been gainfully employed but not always regularly) now was finally the right time to sort it out. And so in less than 7 days, the freezing cold dark rather confused space has transformed into a warm & bright 2nd kitchen (not as big & flash as the picture but it's that kitchen!)

The unbelieveably quick & lovely builders have so far knocked out all the old cupboards & built a frame all over - walls, ceiling & floor & stuffed 4" of insulation in; they have built new walls & plastered, put a new ceiling & 10 bright halogen downlighters in, they have moved all the appliances that were out in the garage into this new space, given me 2 meters of solid wood worktop & put a fab butlers sink in! Next they will put a tall pull out larder in (like we had in our old 'perfect but dreadul location' house) and another 2 base units and another metre of worktop!! Then they will use the left over solid oak boards from the refitting of the downstairs in the summer and give me a lovely floor to walk on. So peeling spuds & parsnips & carrots for 10 on Christmas day will now be a joy. I am one Happy FauxHousewife :-) PS sadly the KC most unimpressed. Old cold dark cupboards meant lots of hide & seek & chasing spiders ...

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