For the past couple of weeks I've had a vase of flowers on my side of the bed. Something I'd got out of the habit of doing. A small detail, but a nice one. Having flowers around the house is more than a treat, it's a way of life. When I have no flowers things just don't feel right. A vase of foliage is fine too, but I do like to see pretty flowers.
The kitchen is finished. Just about. On Saturday the tiling around the oven will be done, on Monday the decorator is back to finish off. But the heavy work is done, the appliances work. No more cooking and washing up outside. There is a chance I might cry. It's been a really long and difficult six weeks. After years of talking about it, six months of decisions, plans, discussions and choosing the tiniest of details, six weeks of hard work and a little inconvenience, our dream kitchen is finally here.
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