Happy Mondays.
What happens in the world when you put out a competition? -- The tumbleweed rolls in like belly-button lint, I swear!
And, in case any of you were wondering where your blogs in my blog-roll have gone, well, they're still there, but my blog was taking ages to load up when I was looking at it, so it must have been even worse for anyone looking in, so I've tried to trim back the trimmings here - Hope you don't mind!
...I can scarcely believe it's been a whole year since my darling friend, 'Lit and Phil' got married and I wrote about it in Dreams Unwind, Love's a State of Mind...
Where does the time go, we ask?!?
And the bell tolls for all of us...
Phil sits behind me now and it's a pleasure to have a friend so close once more, in the orifice! We're going out for lunch next week, to catch up on all the gossip and celebrate his birthday - Fabulous, dahlink!
Anyhoo... So you heard about the kitchen debacle, right?
The one where the guys arrived early last Friday morning to deliver my new cooker and take away the old one to where it was to be humanely, (and I hope ecologically, I don't want to think about THAT in landfill!), disposed of?
And I left them to it. Apart from proffering the odd cup of Joe, I don't like to get in the way of Men At Work... You know the kind of chaps that lean on shovels, looking down into a deep hole when you drive slowly through roadworks, wondering if they ever do a jot of work...
They're called 'man-holes' for a reason... And, what kind of job description do they have, I wonder?
Anyhoo, I digress... There came a knock to my living room door while I was doing the endless tippy tappy on my lappa-di-top, and I entered the kitchen for a demo of my new 'baby', only to find the cooker still in the middle of the floor, totally working but also totally too big for the slot the old one left between the decrepit kitchen cabinets...
I kid you not.
So I thanked the men for all their hard work and they left me - With a beautifully functioning oven, but I couldn't get my lardy arse around it in the teeny-tiny narrow galley- (slave!) kitchen!
So in strolls my hubby, GJ, a few hours later, with a plan... Seeing a gap in the cabinets at the back that had been left by the people who used to live in this house before us, so they could get a new bunch of (clearly dodgy) electrical wires through, he figured he could just knock, (using his arse and his child-bearing hips!), the kitchen cabinets back towards the wall the few millimetres that we needed to squeeze the bigger cooker in.
Simples!
I now have a huge crack in the crumbling work-surface...
In steps Fhina. Not of the logical mind, but somehow cleverly and craftily creative...
'Don't you think we should take out this base cabinet altogether...
'See, the worksurface isn't even glued down' - And I lifted the dense worksurface like a toy-box lid to show GJ just how easy it could be...
'And then we can dismantle the base cabinet with those new screwdrivers you just bought on the cheap from Aldi?'
RESULT!
I am still choking from the dust and grime that we stirred up, I swear, but the sparkling black oven is now in its rightful place, the remnants of the cabinet are out in the back yard awaiting disposal and, after some severe juggling of contents of said cupboards, (think Dr Who and the Tardis!), everything is pretty much back in place...
Still, this means that we will now have to expedite our plans, and sort ourselves out, to get a new kitchen ... Really...
We can't live like this, with a complete lack of workspace, some cabinets missing, others literally tumbling off the walls they're so scabrous, and equipment and utensils the age of which would have frightened the Kaiser...
RESULT!
Sometimes, there is method in the madness of Fhina...
Just sometimes, mind!
