This is my husband, John:
This was my kitchen:
Once we’d made the decision to have a new one, my husband, a kitchen and bathroom fitter, was itching to rip out the old one. You’ll notice only one thing left in the room; my beloved dishwasher. I begged and pleaded for that to be left in. There may even have been threats. Because of the day job, John’s time to fit our new kitchen is limited to evenings and weekends so, for the next five weeks, my make-do kitchen is in the hall:
Already I have a pretty new ceiling:
Happy 29th to my son Ben.
Me and he.
Today I hopped on a bus to Harrogate and then caught the train to York. I love trains but I especially love train stations. Have done ever since I was a little girl. The bigger the better. Once there, I took myself off to York Art Gallery for a wander round the new exhibition: Flesh. Some of it is actually pretty revolting. It left an impression though and I’ve been appropriately boring about it ever since. My husband, bless him, has pretended to be interested.
On the way back, I strolled through Harrogate town centre for a bit before catching the bus home to Ripon and calling into the Chinese takeaway for my tea. A perfect day.
Most of the eight hours I was gone from the house were spent travelling or sitting on platforms and in bus stations waiting to travel but, I found that very therapeutic and returned happy and refreshed. Can’t wait to go again.