|This side of the room was just right...|
The kitchen is installed. There are a few glitches to be taken care of, but otherwise it looks great and will look even better in the not too distant future. But ...
I wish I had been here... on the one hand...
On the other hand, it was best The Man was not!
Instead of our usual 36 hour trek back to the North of England, The Man decided to take the overnight ferry from Caen to Plymouth. From Plymouth it is about 5 hours to get home. The drive from our house to Caen was 8 hours. We were not able to get a cabin and so had to sleep -- or in my case try to sleep -- in reclining chairs for the 6 hour sail across the channel. The Man slept like a log.
By the time we arrived home we were both exhausted.
We headed for the new kitchen -- it was more or less a tip.
The Man looked around, "It's rather stark."
I looked around noting first of all that cupboards that were supposed to have been glazed were not -- leading to a feeling of personal dismay. "You don't like it, do you?"
"No, I'm afraid I don't," came an equally stark reply. He made a cup of tea and went for a sleep.
Suddenly wide awake, I went to work cleaning and clearing up.