Kitchen-Aid

The size of the kitchen was a problem from the off. In the old continental there was about enough space in there to swing a small kitten. The health inspectors would not approve. Neither, in fact, would those crazed how clean is your house ladies. So we decided to make some more space by knocking a wall or two down.

Here, I am standing taking pictures from where there used to be a wall. On one side, a grimy kitchen-shaped area (and Andy, the elusive - or is that camera-shy - plumber, about whom there will be in posts yet to appear). So basically, what used to be the whole kitchen. On t'other, a timber structure in what used to be the cellar.



See, small! Stevie C was most excited about knocking the wall down. 'I'll get me mallet, flower', he said, 'get the wall down, job's a good un'. And it was.

As for the stud wall - all I can say is these joiners work quickly...that took literally no time. Well maybe a day.


Premises-manager-Warren was more than a bit disgruntled when we stole some of his cellar for the kitchen. But we built him a nice new bottle store, so it's ok now. Stephen, the chef, however, was rightfully pleased.

And then the kitchen man Bob Dickinson came back and installed the kitchen - and finally Stephen can get cooking.