We have been a tad tied up over the past few days. We are fitting a new kitchen for her Ladyship, (our daughter), and her partner.
You might be forgiven for thinking that we are somewhat off the scale of sanity attempting such a thing with Christmas looming on the horizon. Don't fret, His Lordship and I are old hands at this type of thing. In fact our current abode is the first that has had a fully functioning kitchen in when we have moved into it. Our first house had a beautiful new kitchen when we signed the contracts, but the day we moved in the said beautiful kitchen had moved out with it's previous owner. Along with the light fightings, including lightbulbs, light switches, plug sockets. Yes just bare wires protruding from the walls and ceilings. They had gutted the place. So that was our first kitchen fitting experience.
Our second house had a kitchen in a cupboard and it was very cosy when the two of us were in there. So within six months we had extended the house and again fitted another kitchen. When we headed south for Kent we bought a house that needed a lot of work. This was mainly due to the previous occupants of the house, who were somewhat eccentric and decidedly ecclectic in their furnishing and decorating of the house. Everything, including the windows, doors and the kitchen came from car boot sales. The patio doors had been fitted upside down and inside out. Every window in the property was broken as they had been forced to fit. The kitchen, well that consisted of a number of mismatched units balanced precariously about the floor with a tap in the wall and a bowl on a stool for the sink. Lovely! So once again we donned our kitchen fitters garb and set about providing our home with a heart.
So today we shall be working our derrieres off, making sure that their Ladyships' have a working heart to their home ready for Christmas. Ah the joys of being a parent... oh and who is paying for this little lot? This is one present that won't fit under the tree.
17 at confession:
The pleasure of seeing your own flesh and blood with a smile upon their face is gift enough for any parent. Enjoy it all hen..
The kitchen is the heart of the house and your daughter is the heart of her parents. So the two hearts join together to bring happiness to all concerned.
One must always have a good kitchen – they are the heart and soul of a home.
And that’s quite a special Christmas gift – combines time, thought and love – as well as $$!
Good on you!
xxx
To have had parents like you...
Lucky kids!
What a fabulous gift---and what fabulous parents you two are!
xo
To everyone - well this is one very tired mum. The kitchen is half done, so they have one half to work in whilst we do the other half.
The kitchen is the absolute best room in the house. Aga or Rayburn? Wet or dry dog?
Maddie - I couldn't live without my range cooker, and as my two geriatric delinquent dogs don't like the rain much these days they tend not to stray too far from it.
You must be on very good terms with the appliance people—first names even, "St" and "His".
Did you use the same plumber from your last post?
Ah, such a wonderful parent---and working from a wealth of experience.
Used to love shifting with my old horse trainer---where ever she lobbed, there had to be a wood burning stove--nothing like it to keep the house warm, always have a hot kettle and the best tasting scones ever
Adopt me?
;)
Hugs!!
Green-Eyed Momster
I remember coming back home form holiday once to discover that my parents had put new units in my (entirely tiny) kitchen. I was so pleased with them. It was probably the nicest thing they could have done for me at the time. A lovely thing to do for your offspring
I am just beginning to get my kitchen straight. It isn't fancy, it isn't all new. However, I can get into it without tripping over workmen and the rodents are gone. No more eating out of boxes.
Hope the work on your daughter's kitchen is going well.
Nuts in May
they have let you out of the kitchen haven't they...?
✫✫✫ MERRY CHRISTMAS ✫✫✫
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