The old kitchen was never really 'designed' just thrown together over the years. It had miss-matched cupboards and lots of dead space. The sort of gaps you can't use but you can see the dust building up (and the feathers collecting
)I am SO pleased with all the space, light, working areas, the fact that I don't have to climb into the cooker to light it (duff pilot light) and that salad in the fridge doesn't freeze anymore!
What I am not so pleased about is that Purdy can still somehow reach the microwave to pee on it,
they seem to think the (new) kitchen table is purely for their own use and that Thomas has taken to sleeping on the bread board. The recycling bin is NOT a new litter tray ('recycle this') and that towels/tea towels are to be used for bedding. Willow seems quite put out that she no longer has a mat to slide across the floor on. My OH said all he could hear for a good half hour this morning was 'get off, I've just cleaned that. That's just been emptied. Oh yuk, who did that? Come out of there! I'm going to trade the lot of you in for a goldfish!'
Altogether not the howling success I had hoped it would be. Still if that's all I have to moan about...... Right, moan over, back to the fighting!
