Spoke too soon…

Remember that whole, "Hey, I am totally not bothered by the renovation of the kitchen, and the fact that I haven’t been able to use the ground floor of my house for three weeks now AT ALL" thing? Well, this was my cooker and food preparation area yesterday:


It’s worse now. Oh, so much worse! And no, the empty wine bottle isn’t empty because we drunk it in a fit of kitchen-inspired rage. In fact, I have no idea what Terry was doing with the empty wine bottle. And I don’t want to know.

So, dinner at ours this week, anyone? ANYONE?

Luckily, that cooker is getting replaced soon, because I don’t think I’d really want to use it again now. In fact, it’s lucky that it’s ALL getting replaced, because to be perfectly honest with you, when a house gets THIS MESSY, I just want to sell it and start over somewhere else. Somewhere clean, with a working kitchen and no sink in the living room. Speaking of which…


Kitchen sink watch 2008! Kitchen sink in da house! It’s planning on crashing on that couch for a while longer, while it works through its issues and learns to accept that yes, it is a kitchen sink, and its role in life is to… do sinky things. In the kitchen. What really annoys me, meanwhile, is the fact that these pictures don’t even come CLOSE to illustrating what a total and utter wreck we’re living in right now. I mean, seriously, that picture just looks like we have a normal house, albeit one with a sink on the couch, doesn’t it? What you can’t see, of course, is the fact that the floor you can see here? Is the only clear area of floor in the entire room, the rest being taken up with mess. MESS.

Still, at least that whole wooden cutlery tray thing is working out pretty good for us:


Also pictured: Mr Potato Head. Hi, Mr Potato Head! It’s just a shame we can’t use you no more on account of no longer being able to, you know, EAT, thanks to the building site that is our kitchen. Hey, remember FOOD? Man, that stuff rocked. Oh, and yesterday? The toaster broke. Now we’re having to use the grill to make toast, the food of champions, and given that I didn’t even know we HAD a grill, that’s not been much fun at all.

About three more weeks of this to go. Send food parcels to the usual address… (And also: wine)