Oh what a day it has been! We have decided that we have to have a new kitchen. Truth is, I decided - Paul is quite reluctant even though bits are falling off our kitchen and its a real dump! Today I had made an appointment at MFI, so we could get a plan and see exactly what is involved. Mr Reluctant left it right until the last minute to measure up and we left home in the nick of time for our 1pm appointment. Our kitchen is 10 x 12 and the ceilings are quite low because we live in a very old cottage. Well, we have found all there are all new rules and regulations if you get your kitchen fitted professionally, even to the point that we have to do something about our electrics to conform. Also it seems it will cost a small fortune just for about 12 units and worktop etc. Eeeekkkk!
I have come home quite depressed, with a picture of a kitchen set up that I don't really like and now Mr Reluctant is raring to go and I have lost interest!
We were told to come home and look again at the kitchen. Well I have looked and its still a dump!! So I suppose we'll have to go on with the quest for our kitchen. We have got Moben coming for an appointment to measure and design a kitchen here on Thursday night. If you never hear from me again it will because they have tied me up and made me sign my life away to them!
Mr Reluctant is now talking of tiling the kitchen floor and is stepping brightly around with his tape measure. I just feel really fed up!
Work has been awful this week. Nothing on the computer systems worked properly and everything we have tried to do has been frustrating. A nice touch was that we all got a free cupcake on Friday as a "treat". Hmmmm. I suppose it didn't help going back after the Christmas break will all the build up of emails and filing etc., let alone trying to get our heads around a new system which didn't work properly. Hopefully this week will be better. We have been so manic that last night I didn't get home until 10.30 p.m.
Martin, my nephew, left his job yesterday ready to start at Asda in Leeds the week after next. Ahhh, he is packing up at the moment and I suppose I am fed up too because we'll miss him so. He leaves here on Wednesday. The only good thing is that we'll have a bit more room round here.
I was on my way to work yesterday and realised that it was the day Matthew should be back at school. He was still slumbering at home! Paul dashed back home and tipped him out of bed ... its a really silly idea having to go back to school on a Friday! Last night Matthew went to Scouts and was so excited to be made a patrol leader. He has moderate learning difficulties and its a real thrill that he has settled there and now been given this responsibility. He is now lowering the flag at the end of the Scouts session. Ahhhh.
Rosie goes back to school on Monday. I hope that she will settle in a bit better now. The first term has been a nightmare, for her, what with older girls being bullies, her falling out with her best friend, having her things taken etc. etc.
Oh well, off to do my shopping in a minute ... Martin is going to take me, so I will not have to worry about driving in this horrible weather.
Hugs to all.
Terry x