I'll start with a pre-emptive before and after - we are not quite finished yet, and once the fitters leave my jobs of trying to sort out the terrible walls and decorate begins, so it will be a few more days before we can move back in and call the kitchen finished. That, and we are still waiting on the pesky stove, which despite my best planning didn't arrive in April and now has a delivery date of 'June at the earliest, I can't really say'. It's my own fault, I said to Will when we were choosing a stove that we should go with rangemaster because you know what you are getting- famous last words.
But I can't let that dampen my mood, as in two weeks the fitters, which only a few hiccups, have transformed our kitchen froma dingy, rotting hell hole to somewhere I actually want to be. A few more jobs to do, but I'm so thrilled, and although we will be paying for it for the next few years, it helps me to remember why I am doing my job.
Today I had planned to visit a friend, but I realised last night that I actually can't remember the time I had a proper day off, and I think I need one.
