Today I am working at home (I’m taking a break for a blog post as I started rather early this morning….).
Today signifies day 1 of The Kitchen. We’ve spent the last week packing up our kitchen utensils into boxes and having increasingly larger supplies of stuff delivered (floor/cooker/units) and I believe we now have 74 boxes in our living room containing parts of kitchen units, plus all the other bits like microwave, dishwasher, oven, flooring and worksurfaces. All the things from inside the old units are in boxes on a tarpaulin in the garden, covered by a dodgy gazebo.
The cat is quite seriously discombobulated. So I am. I got up early this morning as I “thought I heard a skip” arriving, and was unable to go back to sleep. So I had an early and productive start to my working day. I now have two workmen gently unscrewing and bashing the hell out of things. I made them a cuppa (no, not to go and be curious….) to find all the doors off, three units out and a huge chunk of worksurface out. Very impressed with their speed. The stereo has gone on, the cat is under their feet and they seem to be happy. The husband is making a stop-motion film of the kitchen job (using a webcam and a low powered computer to take a picture every 10 seconds for the whole day today to see if it works). Should be really cool to see how it all works. Best bit is seeing just what a terrible job has been done in the first place of our kitchen. The walls are either bare behind the cupboards (with no backs on the cupboards) or sporting some horrible 70’s and 80’s wallpaper…. it’s just horrible. Although we will likely have to paint around the cupboards, at least the walls will be finished and nice behind the units.
I’d like to apologise to Baby D, as it’s room is currently being used as storage.
As is the garden. And the lounge. Help me!
We’ve never done anything like this before, so it’s a new and scary experience!
Perspective is a funny thing. I’m a photographer, I should know this.
Hillarious picture taken by my husband of 2 big bellies!
I’d like to say that neither of us are really this big. Probably.
Also- Good news is that I found my anti-sickness tablets. And was very sick before they kicked back in again 😦 Ah well, at least I know that when I don’t accidentally throw them in the bin, they work well!
In other news, our entire kitchen has arrived ready for the demolition of the old one on Monday! Eek! The world is not ending. Have perspective. It’s just a lot of boxes and mess and being without a kitchen for two weeks….
Another blog post to be written from bed……the shame! But to be fair I have actually achieved some things this weekend so all can be forgiven… right?
Saturday we had a lazy start to the day, and watched some telly, skyped some relatives then cracked on with some housework. I think the downstairs now looks presentable to guests. Which is a good thing really as we decided a bit last minute to see if some friends that we hadn’t seen for ages were around (they were) so we invited them over to dinner. We’d already decided to blast some cobwebs away so walked up to sainsburys and back whilst mentally concocting an interesting vegetarian dinner and desert.
Had a lovely evening with friends eating olive bread dipped in cherry balsamic, roasted mediterranean veg with home made harissa paste, couscous and salad, topped off with a home made pear and almond cake (nice one husband).
Sunday we managed to clear up the carnage from saturday night’s cooking experiments, then Husband went for a run and I decided to join him on the bicycle. It was snowing.
When we got back I decided I had the energy to trim the front hedge, but I only managed half before wimping out as I was so cold.
Since then I have gone back to bed to watch a film, and browse the internet.
Today mumsnet has been scaring me with “houserules”- a chat thread in which people discuss the rules of their house. Obviously most of these women or people have children already so it’s understandable they have a few more rules than we do. Most people seem to count wearing shoes in the house a crime, letting pets into bedrooms an utter sin, and NOT EATING AT A TABLE AS A FAMILY the end of humanity. I let the cat have the best bit of the bed (usually about half our king size), wear shoes where I like (I’ll be vacuuming) unless they’re really muddy, and although we eat good home made food, we tend to eat it in front of the telly. Whoops. We’re heathens.
Who could deny him the best bit of the bed?
What are a sensible list of houserules?