Monday, 30 September 2013
Nothing too indulgent - no central island cooking station, or hand-built units crafted out of the remains of ancient oak forests. Having explored the practicalities of having our existing kitchen ripped out and replaced with something more modern, I tripped up at the first obstacle - cost. Talking to a local kitchen supplier the sums escalated into the tens of thousands in no time and that didn't include the fitting, retiling, re-flooring and re-wiring etc. etc. Instead we've settled for a new work top and nice shiny new sink, a new cooker hood and an induction hob along with replacing all the doors and fitting etc with brand spanking new stuff.
If you'd asked me a while back about this sort of make over, I'd have sneered. Nasty, tacky, cheapskate would have been the words that would have been uttered. Not now. I'm talking sensible, less disruptive, more ecological...that sort of thing. Oh, and a darn sight cheaper.
The guys are certainly getting on with it having scheduled just two days to do the whole job. I just find the disruption rather nerve shredding and become incredibly insecure when I see bare walls, huge holes and big beefy men hugging the missus.
I like to feel that we're playing a small part in the gentrifying of this area of North East London. In our street there are people having lofts converted, verandas installed, bidets fitted in his and hers on suites, along with 2 year old Fiats and Renaults scrapped to be replaced by top of the range German Panzers and Anglo Indian Challengers. This might not be Belsize Park or Chiswick but we're doing our best to bump up John Lewis's profits as well as blocking our streets with Ocado delivery vans called Marmaduke and Clarence.
On Friday, we took a break from our busy schedule to visit Bee 17. A pop up honey and beeswax shop which was set up in a friend's front room. She keeps bees in her back garden and was selling absolutely gallons of the little workers spittle. Outside, on the pavement in front of her house was a few tables and chairs with families taking their early morning croissants and coffee. So Hampstead High Street.
This Wednesday evening the missus is to attend the inaugral meeting of Walthamstow's own Women's Institute branch. Not the usual WI, oh no. The meeting's being held in a pub and there's a creche provided for all the young mums and their toddlers. The WI's called "The Stow Roses"! How so right on is that!!!
Amazingly this week I won't be attending any concerts, plays or edifying talks, but Sunday will see me on the Thames at the launch of my old college's "Chemistry and Physics Faculty Society". I look forward to plenty of free booze and nibbles and, of course, much highly stimulating conversation.
Must bone up on the latest thing in those two fields. It doesn't do to appear stupid, even if you are.