Destroy, then Rebuild

As part of our plan for sorting out the final bits of the house, the kitchen currently resembles a bombsite.

Last weekend I took off all the tiles on the walls, and Herself has painted the ceiling. We’ve also taken off the doors to al the units, and Herself painted the unit carcases themselves. And then work stopped for a couple of days, as Life kicked in with a vengeance.

Tonight there’s another (hopefully final) coat going on the units, and then we can look at putting on the new doors. Over the weekend, the new tiles will be going on, and then there’s repainting the walls, Then next week we’ve got the fitting of a new kitchen worktop and sink.

It’s all going pretty well, to be honest. But in the interim period, the kitchen looks like a bomb’s gone off in it.

Just to add to everything else, we’ve also had the turf in the garden taken out, so we can level it off and reseed it this weekend. Of course, as soon as we’d got rid of the turf, the heavens opened, and it’s been heavy rain since. So the entire back half of the garden currently resembles a bad day in the Somme.

Some would say that if we’d had more sense, we’d have done all this one stage at a time, but well, where’s the fun in that?