BYE BYE KITCHEN

I’ve been waiting for the chance to get rid of this awful kitchen since we moved in almost 2 years ago and finally the time has come to say ‘bye bye kitchen’.

 

Thought I'd never see the back of you

Good riddance!

The extra bank holiday for Queenie’s funeral has proved quite timely, falling conveniently between daughter’s wedding and the great breakthrough.  Now that the perimeter to the house has been fully secured, it’s time to get our lardy butts off the sofa to rip out the rest of the kitchen.

 

Hob & oven ready for disconnection

Getting rid of worktops and units

Ice station zebra has been set up in the lounge for continued refrigeration of foodstuffs.

 

The refrigeration station

The old wall mounted kitchen cupboards have found a new life as stackable storage units in a bid to try and maintain some order in our lives.

 

New use for the old wall cupboards

The home office and crafting area has been dismantled to make space for cardboard boxes filled with pots, pans and more cleaning fluids than you can use in a lifetime.  In a household where cleaning rarely happens it strikes me as mildly amusing that I’ve got more Cillit Bang in stock than the local Robert Dyas.

 

More cleaning gear than I ever use

Chaos reigns supreme.  Making a cup of tea has now become a major odyssey.  Unearthing a clean cup or teaspoon is like discovering King Richard’s bones under your car park, nothing short of miraculous!

 

Any idea where the spoons are?

I’ve laid down a mega supply of cheese, ham and microwaveable meals in readiness for when the oven and hob are removed and it’s anyone’s guess what we’re going to do with our dirty smalls now that the washing machine’s been disconnected.  

Remember that sketch in The Young Ones where they all go off to the launderette but have a job persuading the smelly cheesers into the machine?  Well, ours will probably be marching off down the road by themselves.  Yuk!

It's safer out here