Our Kitchens

I've probably never shown you the difference between the house we left and the house we bought. The kitchen illustrates our pain. We built that kitchen ourselves, so we know we can do it again, but like the damp-proofing, I've largely forgotten the pain.

Our lovely fridge wouldn't fit into the new kitchen so it's been relegated to the garage. The beer fridge from the garage is now standing in pride of place in the kitchen. That's not the law of nature is it?

I don't know how old that dishwasher is but we also inherited the manual, which depicted a lady with a bee-hive hairdo displaying her finest earthenware goods. They apparently only used it at Christmas, which means it saw 11 years use in the first fortnight we were in the house. After that it died and we got a new one from e-bay for £6. The new one belonged to a Chinese bloke who was emigrating to Australia. He'd managed to melt the side of the dishwasher on his cooker until it looked like Freddie Kruger's favorite kitchen appliance. That's why it was £6.

Our loss is Australia's gain.