Interim
In which the house gets rebuilt
A while back, I mentioned that the house was going to be hell: we were rebuilding the kitchen. And I was going to post photos.
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In which the house gets rebuilt
A while back, I mentioned that the house was going to be hell: we were rebuilding the kitchen. And I was going to post photos.
In which I'm is baffled by foreign manuals
Well, the new kitchen is just about finished, apart from a few little bits of pelmet and so on. The only problem is: working out how to operate it all. The hob, the oven, the microwave, all have lots of buttons and switches and dials, but I’ve no idea how exactly it all fits together, what works what. The manuals aren’t much help, either, as they seem to be largely in German. I was planning lots of baking when everything got sorted out – it might have to wait until I’ve remembered where I last saw my English-German dictionary. Ah, well, I suppose that means I have time to sort out my day-by-day photos of the kitchen being rebuilt.
In which we're not looking forward to a new kitchen
Next week is going to be hell. I’m dreading it. Our kitchen – which passed its 25th birthday last winter – is being ripped out, torn up, and being replaced by something nice, new and shiny. The only problem: it’s going to take all week. The house is already in uproar, and I have no idea how we’re going to eat. Lots of dinners out next week, I think.