As you can see, the kitchen is looking pretty amazing. I keep standing in the middle of the room, doing a strange little pirouette as I admire the workmanship. Just one workman has been here today; the joiner. As usual, he has worked extremely hard to get the units up, pelmets on and everything fastened together.
I realised I had made a slight error in my design specifications when I noticed the space near the immersion heater cupboard seemed a tad too bare. Wires and pipes have been laid in order to service under-cupboard lighting and the dishwasher but I have not allowed enough material for them to be boxed in. After discussions with the good looking joiner, he will wait to see how much material is left over in order to use any surplus to make a step-like effect under what could be almost classed as a 'breakfast bar'. The idea is to put the bin in that space which can still happen but I did not realise how bad a state the wall would be in once the old cupboard had been removed. Fingers crossed that once it is plastered over the painter and decorator will just paint it. There is also a gap between the kitchen door and the oven where it is possible I have not ordered enough tiles. The pound signs just keep mounting!
The joiner says he will work late tonight. He did, until 7.15pm. He really has earned his dozen eggs that's for sure. Arriving at 8.15 this morning, raring to get to work, he has barely stopped all day but to have a cup of coffee and a sandwich. Sparky brought her ball in earlier, hoping to strike lucky but he carried on fixing his pelmet.
Talking of Sparky, she was a very naughty doggie last week. Somehow, she got through the kitchen and into the rest of the house. Let loose on the stairs, she bypassed my Lady and went into the little toilet room. There, she left her mark. Now Amy got a joke kit for Christmas which consists of, amongst other things, plastic poo. And guess what I thought was on the floor in that little room. Not to put too fine a point on it, I spent the next hour scrubbing my hands. Sparky however, was long gone. And none the wiser that along with her calling-card, a dollop of plastic poo is now wrapped up and safely waiting for the bin man. I am on the look out for a good air freshener. If anyone has any suggestions, let me know.