I only usually blog once a week or so but I thought you might like to see a bit of house renovation - some of the dust and slog behind living the dream!
Last year we moved the main cooking kitchen back into the old part of the house where it belongs. We were left with an early 80s horror in the back kitchen, the peeling melamine and stained worktop setting off the mouldy patches on the wall a real treat.
So this year's job was to redo the back kitchen as a scullery/utility and work started yesterday with the emptying of cupboards.
So the new kitchen fills up with boxes from the old one, which go under the table and on the table and on the freezer and the diswasher and out into the laundry and just about everywhere.
The cupboards come out and it is going to get worse before it gets better.
Here it is getting worse as the tiles come off.
We are trying to leave the sink connected for another day or so and here is Ian actually making it a bit better by cleaning up.
And you ain't seen nothing yet. The ceiling has to come down this week so that the electrics can be redone. I am thinking a small but dense Welsh version of last year's Icelandic ash cloud. Flights over North Wales (such as they are) may be suspended.
This is on the front kitchen table to cheer me up. I had to stand quite close. From this close up it all looks quite pretty, proving conclusively that the idea that the camera never lies is total rubbish. But they are lovely and all from the garden.
When this is done I may never move again.