In frustration at not being able to advance with the (new) house, I am giving the Beloved a practical lesson in How Shit Gets Done.
The "el cheapo oh-it-was-only-ever-temporary" kitchen is being dragged out and replaced. It has served OK, but is falling apart and the old dear needs to be put out of our misery.
Rang Kitchen Chap last week to arrange a time for recce of Current Hell Hole. Kitchen Chap came around Tuesday arvo to provide consultation and rough measure of said Hell Hole. Got kudos for noticing distinct absence of pantry. Quote was provided that evening by e-mail. After consultation with Beloved (it is his place, after all), told Kitchen Chap by e-mail this evening that we can go ahead. Kitchen Chap then calls straight after, has cancellation for appointment 8:30am tomorrow (and I know he's trying to get stuff done before his Bali wedding anniversary trip). So, tomorrow he is coming around to do a measure, then construction of the cabinets, etc, can begin. We hand over a cheque for 50% of cost.
They pop around in about 3 weeks to remove Current Hell Hole and install Shiny New Heaven, whereupon they get the other 50%.
More How Shit Gets Done to follow....
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A new kitchen sounds grand. Mine is pink laminex and I can't be arsed doing anything about it.
Mine is similar. Pink. Chosen by the Beloved for reasons unknown to conventional wisdom, science, common sense, good taste and every other bloke on the planet. I think I'm going boringly neutral with the Shiny New Heaven, but pink is the colour of Hell as far as I'm concerned (turn left at the Pit of Fire right next to the Barbara Cartland).
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