I haven't really turned my back on the garden. I made the mistake of wandering around in yesterday's sunshine and it clamoured at me about all the things that still need doing. But before I get out there and try to sort things out a bit I thought you might like to have an update about the kitchen. If nothing else, seeing how truly vile it used to be might make you feel better about your own house!
This is really as close as I get to a "before" picture, as shown in house and garden magazines. The main reason for the absence of "befores" is that it was so dingy, mouldy and generally dreadful that I couldn't bring myself to take pictures in it. So in this picture the horrible eighties cupboards and the marked and stained worktops have come out, but you get the general idea.
Here we are with the ceiling coming down so that Steve, the wonder electrician, could put in the new electrics.
Here is the ceiling, decorating the floor. We are in July now, in case you are wondering.
New electrics coming and new ceiling, thanks to Roger, the wonder plasterer.
And here we have all the electrics and now the new slate floor is emerging, thanks to Ian the wonder husband.
I love the slate floor. Now it's getting really exciting.
Ian has built shelves down the wall which the kitchen, in a small extension built in the early 1980s, shares with the old house.
This has not been the easiest of tasks. As you can see, the old house does not believe in straight lines or right angled corners.
All the more extraordinary that it has ended up looking like this.
We still have no units or worktops or tiles but we do have the sense that it is all about to happen. And then the workaday, dishwashery, scullery bits of kitchen life will happen in here and the eating and cooking and sitting around the big table will happen in the front kitchen in the old part of the house.
I just can't wait.