What we started with:
The hardest part, without question, was the sanding of the walls once the tile had been ripped away:
The fine dust coated every surface and every pore. For a while it was like living in the midst of nuclear winter. The only bearable thing to do was to direct a fan at the open kitchen window and have it blow the clouds of dust outside, which also caused a frisson of alarm and excitement for our neihbours who believed that our flat was on fire.
Z, the sanding bandit:
Now walls are painted, and kitchen components are slowly being put in.
I transformed the sad, wooden kitchen blinds into swanky new Roman blinds using this ingenious tutorial on the Little Green Notebook.
The results are excellent, although perhaps too efficient at filtering out light.
There is still masses of work to go, but I have high hopes that sometime in my near future the hob, the oven and the plumber will all inhabit my life at the same time and that my meals will no longer consist of crackers and carrot sticks.