I am officially very, very tired. The great renovation project is proceeding apace. Sort of. No actual work has been done this week (by the builders at least). I, on the other hand, have cleared every single item out of our dining room and kitchen and stashed it in our garage. The cupboard under our stairs is now holding about 30% more stuff than it was ever designed to hold. I can hear it groaning from here.
But getting the dining room stuff into the cupboard was nothing compared to attacking the kitchen. Have you ever cleared out your kitchen? It's like entering the Twilight Zone. Every time you empty a drawer of a couple of hundred bits of plastic clips and old pastry cutters, it fills up again when you turn your back. I must have filled half a dozen cardboard boxes with cake tins, spatulas and a strange contraption intended to ensure that you cut perfectly straight slices of bread (which it doesn't). I started out rationally, sorting,tidying and discarding as I went. Eventually though I ran out of time and patience and just started throwing things randomly into boxes and then stashing them in the garage. Hence we may, in twenty years time, stumble on a cardboard time capsule, cowering on the very top shelf and containing a Swiss Army knife, a bag of farm animal shaped cookie cutters, nine packets of paper napkins and some batteries. And we'll wonder why the heck we bothered to keep those for all those years.
Anyway, in the interests of the documentary aspect of this here blog, I took some "before" pictures for posterity: