Favourite kitchen ever

One of the jobs  we couldn’t wait to get over and done with was putting in 93′s kitchen. The task had towered before us, growing in stature every time a plumber sucked through his teeth or scratched his head while quoting to move it from the tiny scullery to the sunny breakfast room. (Seriously, how many reception rooms did people in the 1900s need?) Joyously, Jack knew a plumber who sucked through his teeth considerably less than most and, as a bonus, agreed to do the plumbing on a day rate. Soon there were pipes in all the right places and only a small puddle on the floor.

That meant hubby could demolish the built-in cupboards, while I digitally configured and reconfigured our two new rows of kitchen cabinets. We then called upon our Ikea experience to build our flatpack cabinets and attached our glossy white kitchen doors from B&Q. I found secondhand satin nickel handles on eBay, along with an ex-display extractor hood. Next came attaching our wooden worktops (surprisingly hard) and tiling the splashback (surprisingly easy). Finally, we got our gas man in to install the hob and made ourselves a celebratory stir fry. We know how to live.

Our 93 kitchen before we gutted it

Trying to get our cupboards to line up

Plumbing in our Trade Point sink

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Demonstrating health and safety guidelines

Starting on the splashback

The other side of our finished kitchen