The kitchen has not yet returned. I would like to be able to say I am getting used to living like this, half the house crammed into the living-room, subsisting only on what can be heated up in the microwave or toasted in the toaster (or occasionally what can be bought from the takeaway), washing the dishes in the bathroom, observing the availability of wearably clean clothes diminish at a worrying rate.
But at least things are slowly taking shape. Everything that needs to be ripped out has been ripped out. The plasterer was here the other evening. Five hours it took him to plaster the walls. For pretty much all that time I stood chatting with him. There's not much I now don't know about plastering.
The units are, I hope, being installed tomorrow. The floor units are already standing loosely in position, lacking doors and drawer fronts and the necessary appliances, but at least giving an idea of how things will eventually look. The kitchen was quite spacious when entirely empty: you can't help thinking all these cupboards will only get in the way.
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