For two years I have been patiently waiting for a new freezer – the seals had gone on the old one – it was like Antarctica inside. But could we find a new freezer with the same dimensions to fit neatly into its allotted space. No we couldn’t. This is where it gets complicated. The cupboard above it had to be lifted. The work-surface at the side had to be shortened, the side panel removed and new edging applied. All this revealed spaces on the walls that needed re-painting. And I checked with the Council and they want to charge £30 to take the old freezer away (it used to be a free service). The final insult. Oh and I forgot to mention that whilst I was stepping down from the work-surface (in order to reach the top of the cupboard) the stool that I was gingerly stepping on to, toppled over, and I went crashing to the ground, slamming my back against the cupboard on the opposite wall. I now have a beautiful knob-shaped bruise on my rib cage which hurts when I try to lay on my back in bed. I despair sometimes.
So now the whole kitchen is to be re-painted. One job just leads on to another. Major disruption. The kitchen emptied. The living room floor littered with all sorts of kitchen paraphenalia during the re-decorating process. My worst nightmare – clutter everywhere.
kitchen clutter in the living room
I shall be assessing every piece before it goes back into the kitchen – do I really need all those enamel coffee pots I have collected over the years or the china cup collection or all the paintings of hens on the walls.
Serious decisions will be made – a lot of stuff will hit the charity shops – serving dishes that are never used will go, glasses that have never seen a drink will be ditched. My kitchen is small – I don’t have vast areas to display my wares.
I shall only keep those things that are used regularly or I can’t bear to be without – I shall be ruthless for the sake of my sanity.
Oh dear – I’m going to have to have a re-think. Making decisions has never been one of my strongest characteristics.
On the bright side – I am still picking sweet peas
And the sunsets have been spectacular
And I have been loving how the Phlox come into their own at dusk
So it’s not all been bad – and by the time I post next week everything will be back to normal (fingers crossed) and I will be enjoying my new bright kitchen again.
Have a good weekend – hope yours will be less stressful than mine.