I really thought the whole kitchen situation couldn’t get any worse. "It totally can’t get any worse," said Terry, cheerfully wrenching a cabinet off the wall with his bare hands. And I believed him. Then last night I went downstairs and found this:
Which, really? Is WORSE.
And then there’s this:
On the plus side, the whole no kitchen = no food thing means that a Chinese takeaway is on its way to us right now. Even so: WORSE.