Things ain’t cooking in my kitchen…

I’ve “taken out” the old kitchen in the cottage in the mafia hitman sense of the expression – very enjoyable use of a crowbar.

It’s now hammering down with rain so I’m set up inside the Bongo with my laptop and WiFi, waiting for a man to deliver a 9 cubic yard skip.  It sounds quite big, and possibly won’t be able to make it down the roads – not currently my problem as I sent exact coordinates and haven’t paid them yet, but I do need to find something to do with the junk that the previous owner has left behind.

The worst thing is to get tempted into looking at some of the stuff… ooh, those glass bottles look quite cool… what about those plates?  Surely a quick wash and they’d look great!

The challenge will be to get it all squirrelled out of the way before V comes to help out tomorrow – she’s a junkie for old china so it could get tasty…