A new kitchen Several weeks ago I signed on the dotted line to get a new kitchen installed. As I moved into this house over 20 years ago it was certainly overdue. Cabinet shelves were dodgy to say the least and the constant doing of dishes had led the cupboard doors under the sink to take on a warped appearance. What these kitchen companies do when presenting you with the “bargain” cost is they deliberately leave out the new electric panel you will need for the cooker if you haven’t rewired lately and the removal of your old kitchen tiles. In my case, I had winged so much about the additional cost of the electric panel that they didn’t charge for the additional piping work which would be necessary for moving the washing machine over to make the kitchen fit in a more logical way. The pre-fit weekend was taken up by my daughter’s boyfriend removing my tiling as a favour to me. Much as I hate being beholden, I’d have hated to have done it myself even more. The plasterwork always comes away from the wall, no matter how careful you are with the removal of tiles, so the wall will need filled in various places after the kitchen is finished before final decoration begins. I spent the day before things began properly, emptying cupboards and drawers of decades of detritus - bank statements, old passports, mismatched plates etc. Numerous black bin bags later the kitchen was clear and my legs and arms were aching. I left the men to it on the first day. I knew the mess would just upset me and it was best to get out of their way. I left at 8 and came back at 4 to find the chaos in the living room was pretty much as I had left it with some of the new cabinets in place but still nowhere to walk between lounge and kitchen unless I breathed in. There were some new cabinets in place on the walls and the cold/hot water pipes had been put in the wrong way round which meant no hot water shower so it was back the drawing board for them. Oddly the young chap is the one with all the expertise and the older man, his uncle, does as he is told. Perhaps he is at his “second career” stage of life. Day 2 The men arrived an hour after they said they would and again I left them to it. I told them about the leak I'd spotted at midnight last night. There's more done than yesterday certainly with various cabinets in place but I still don't have any running water - at least from the tap.