Kitchenology, will it ever end?

There has to come a point at which mercy is given, where the continuous stream of work comes to a conclusion.

Ok with the kids home for easter the pace of work had slowed but today, with all of them back in school management and I set to again.

Now the master plan had been to make a usable kitchen in our big living room, which had originally been our kitchen when it had finished being our living room.

Then we had to make a utility room of our existing and incredibly grim kitchen. With the AGA that hes been on go slow for weeks.

So anyway we went to phase the next which was move the bench blocking our french doors into what would be the utility room.

Not a lot to do, move a bench, how simple is that??

Of course first part of the task was make room, so unpacking a load of fire engine tools into the utility room I went.

Two units were removed, one carefully, the other by the "bladder it with a sledge hammer" method.

Then of course it was time to move the 9 person family sized fridge and equally huge freezer, that done, it was time to move the bench.

Now maybe bench is a misleading phrase.

This little bench started life as a church pew. Then someone not very cleverly sawed it in two, trimmed it and with the aid of a block of wood created a kind of a corner bench.

Put another way, they started with something big and heavy and they created something big, heavy and impossible to get through doorways.

So anyway some little time later we were securely wedged....

The solution was simple, open the French doors carry it all the way round the outside of the house then struggle in through the other door, through the porch (it might take a whole day to clear the porch first mind) and it might, possibly just fit through the other door into the utility room.

Of course option two involved a ten pound sledge hammer (ex Green Goddess), wreaking bar (ex GG), felling axe (ex GG) and various hammers chisels and saws from the hearth kit (ahh yes you guessed where that came from too...).

Considerable brute force and limitless ignorance deployed one bench became two halves.

The parts were lots easier to move and, placed where she wanted them, the halves were soon reunited with considerably more skill than the original job, if I may make so bold...

Of course "where she wanted them" was a place where the water supply comes in to the building and we could either have the bench or running water..

A bit of plumbing later and the bench was ready to go in, well it was except for the completly unrelated pipe which was now leaking profusely.

That was my hint to remove a load of redundant pipework which would have stayed exactly where it was if we were moving but was soon choped out of the system.

This of course required a short ladder, now where have I seen one of those, oh yes on top of the......

That done the bench in place and it was time to say phew....

Of course the phew was suddenly tempered. If we sell she wants to take the bench with us, so it will need to come back out again.

Thats it, we are bound to sell now.

Ohh and as a PS, the AGA has now decided to work again.....

R