Almost there

Kitchen so far
Originally uploaded by Burrow Life.

So, there we were on Friday, deciding enough was enough. Mr Granite hadn't called to say when we'd get our kitchen worktop, and it was starting to look like it would never get finished. Meantime we're trying to live in one house with all our stuff (including clothes) in another house.

It was time to declare war.

I fired the first salvo, by telephoning Trading Standards. Surely they would give me some invaluable advice to make Mr Granite quake with fear and capitulate immediately. "Your contract is with the builder, you need to chase him". Ah, no joy there.

Rachel had more luck. A phone call to Mr Other Architect set him straight on how pissed off we were and how it needed to be sorted. "We want to be in on Wednesday", she said.

Guess what? We're going home on Wednesday. Perhaps we should have tried that before...

Mr Granite has apparently been busy polishing and grooving our work surface, and it get delivered 10am Monday morning. Already I can hear you saying "we'll believe it when we see it", and to a certain extent I'm with you. But hey, let's try optimism here.

And best of all, last night we stayed over. In our bedroom. In our bed. We'd forgotten how truly, blissfully, lovely our bed is. How happy I was screwing the toilet seat on (thanks for leaving that one for me, Mr Builder) and putting together our new Ikea armchair.

So just days to go! Oh, and that's what the kitchen looks like at the moment (above)....