Reclaiming the Kitchen

It’s simply not possible to light candles, play Audible and cook, in manner of domestic goddess, when one’s kitchen is in a guddle.  Especially when said guddle includes dust sheets, tools, drum extension cable, Mickey the mouse sander and several toxins of highly inflammable constitution.

Rain forecast all week, can’t shop; on with the kitchen DIY, so that many ways with squash may commence.

Fixed the splintered part of the door.  Well, I say fixed, hack-sawed off the old nails, pinned the wood into place with new ones and some wood-filler.  Pondered just buying a new strip of trim (even mid-no-spend), but it was the mid-panel the trim is nailed onto that had actually split off.  I hate that kicky boy.  I want to hang a sign that says, ‘Kick my door, I want to kill you’. 

I won’t.

But the truth does set us free.

Wood-filler hardens in twenty minutes, stinks for hours.  It does make a person feel all competent though, as mixing pea-sized amounts of white potion with golf-ball-sized blond gunk is involved.  Then the clock starts ticking.  I know why people order take-out when DIYing; stress-eating. 

I didn’t.

Hoover lost the will to hoove just as I lost the will to sand.  A sure sign the ultimate ‘S’ point is imminent, increasing risks of botch-jobbery.  Executive decisions have been made; internal wee window is off the list for now. Will put up the new roller-blind once door is painted, although is looking like door’s going to need nineteen coats.  Tidied redundant DIY paraphernalia away.  This weekend is now split into a gentle canter of manageable painting tasks, rather than the gallop, due to weather restrictions, required for external paintwork. 

Planning a lovely spend-free treat for next week, if all painting and squash-ways are completed before then.

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