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After 3 weeks of hard graft, 3 nights cleaning until 3am, countless swear words, and a bone-deep weariness which has slowly turned into a cautious sense of glee, the kitchen is finally done.


the shiny new kitchen


the righthand wall

wall art

It looks smaller now that we've put the table back in, but at least now there will be enough space for second child to have her own chair rather than sit in my lap. Also being in the kitchen no longer fills me with palpable rage, anxiety and despair, so all is good on that front.

The builders have been in all week, repairing the flood damage they caused. This has had its share of good things - the hallway has been painted a lovely shade of brown and looks so beautiful that I want to live there - but it has also brought its share of alarming events. Namely, when I went to open the airing cupboard and came face to face with a tattood Polish dude with a paintbrush who had been crouching there. If I didn't have a heart attack then, I never will.

In an attempt to break our routine of staying up until the wee hours cleaning and polishing and lifting heavy things, Z and I went out last night. We had a Groupon to Proud Cabaret, and it was very very good indeed. The aerial acts were jaw-droppingly astonishing, and I scored a facefull of glitter and a lick from Banbury Cross both of which gave me a frisson of delight.

Other time well-spent has included a visit to The Grasshopper Inn for some R&R that included lying in the utterly sumptuous soft-yet-firm bed and watching bonkers 80s music videos (Bonnie Tyler! Celine Dion!) and walking around the beaches of Folkestone, which led Z and me to develop a (likely not hilarious to anybody but us) Little Britain style routine that mainly of trilling" Are you a British subject? I am a British subject. Look at me, doing British things, in a British way."

We gave up on Folkestone Triennial after the first few pieces, on account of negotiating all the walking, staircases and sullen youth that seemed to be involved in travelling from one place to the other.

But I found a heart on the beach

heart on the beach

and the moody sky and rocks and waves were their own kind of poetry.

beach at dusk

The full set of pictures is here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/rainsinger/sets/72157627622497162/


( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 8th, 2011 11:24 am (UTC)
Your new kitchen looks fab, I love the colour
Sep. 8th, 2011 11:28 am (UTC)
I have beheld and I am impressed!

(I thought the doing "British subject things" was very funny).
Sep. 8th, 2011 12:22 pm (UTC)
Oh, it looks superb! Well done, both of you. Also, DIY kudos for moving the sink.
Sep. 8th, 2011 12:37 pm (UTC)
Lovely kitchen! Feel relieved and proud, it won't need anything more than a regular clean and paint every so often. You'll feel lovely lounging on a weekend morning being indulgent with your pastries and coffee. At least that's what I'm trying to achieve in our rented kitchen :)
Sep. 8th, 2011 03:00 pm (UTC)
Wow, the kitchen looks great! You must be so pleased.
Sep. 8th, 2011 04:50 pm (UTC)
It's wonderful! And I'm not a British subject, but even I found that funny. I think you've earned scones with cream in that beautiful room.
Sep. 8th, 2011 04:53 pm (UTC)
All beheld! Awesome. I love the IKEA railings!

Sep. 9th, 2011 05:10 am (UTC)

Fabulous kitchen, well done and I'm not surprised you're pleased. At last you get your house back! :-)

Loved the "I'm a British subject" sketch and also really loved the beach photos - my type of location.

Finally, thinking of the "I'm a British subject" thing... have you seen the BBC4 documentary about the history of the British Pathe film company? Your sketch made me think of it. Check it out on BBC iPlayer - kind of wonderful but at times a little shocking too.

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