Chaos resumed

The contents of the kitchen are variously scattered round most of the other rooms in the house and the garage.  The plumber/project manager and his motley crew of tradesmen start next week: he is coming for a final briefing tomorrow.  One of the advantages of getting one's groceries from Fortnum's is that they don't spend fortunes on shop fittings, but rather rely on robust cardboard stacking trays to display the fruit, veg and bakery products.  I have brought two car loads of them home so far, and we'll need more, much to the delight of said grocer, who has so many fewer trays to ditch.  Part of the kitchen rebuild project involves replacing a space robbing radiator and pipes in the kitchen.  This means bringing new pipework through the cupboard under the stairs, so that too has had to be cleared out.  We are in consequence marginally more exercised than of late.

Kitchen contents, stored à la Fortnums'

On one of the tray-scrounging episodes, I took some scrap timber from Martyn's railway layout to the tip.  One backs up to a sidewalk, so distance between head and tailgate is (I now realise) commensurately reduced.  Once again my scalp has been attacked by a low-flying tailgate, with bloody, headshave-impeding consequences.  Nothing to do with my innate clumsiness, of course.  Paciência.

On Monday we were invited to the Rayner's annual bank holiday bash, where a fine time was had.  We took a rosemary focaccia and a lemon drizzle cake, so felt entitled to inflict some cupboard-under-the-stairs fallout as well.  I gather my utterly altruistic gift of mistakenly bought peach-tainted beer was not madly welcomed.  Still, it'll be good for the drains.