Kitchen tour under cover

I am lucky to have a sizeable kitchen.

Size isn't everything though.

The work triangle is abysmal. 

The huge window is to blame.

Glorious though it is to have it centred on the best view of the garden,

it makes a U-shaped layout impossible

and as a galley it is too wide.

It is cold too being NW facing.

So cold, that we have belatedly bitten the bullet

and decided to get double glazed windows.

To the right of the window is a fridge and plastic box 

and baking tin cupboard.

Above the fridge is the inaccessible cupboard for

biscuits, crisps, chocolate and cakes.

The 'children' can all access this with ease now.

I still have to stand on a chair, which is just as well.

There is normally a butcher's block under the window.

It blocks the heat from the radiator.

The range stove (not an AGA, I've never wanted one) 
is in the chimney breast

and the sink unit is to the right of it.

Here are the crockery and glass cupboards, 
with a dropped level work surface for pastry and bread making.

The liquidiser, kettle and coffee machine all stand out on top.

I don't have a food processor since it went 'phut'.

 This is where we eat.

The shelf normally houses various plates, jugs and Poole Pottery jam pots.

The picture above I wrote about here and here and here.

Twenty years ago I had a bench made to store toys.

The Play Doh basket is still in there.

It may be needed again.

The tiles are very warming.

The butcher's hooks hold my utensils.

The mantleshelf above that holds yet more jugs and vases.

The sink unit has three cupboards above

which hold all the spices, oils, vinegars

and miscellaneous bottles and jars.

The three shelves hold a selection of the newly culled cookery books

presently in favour.

Fruit bowls stand on the corner unit and saucepans beneath.

The door to the left goes into the utility room.

Everything is in there being covered in a fine layer of dust.

The mess is indescribable.

I know the men are doing their best but there is hammering of masonry

and drilling of plaster and none of it can be avoided.

I am sitting upstairs and am also

covered in a fine layer of dust.

The men speak a very rare version of Farsi Blokeish.
They are from Afghanistan.

Now go and visit Sue.

She has a lovely new red floor.