Halloween Ready
If you've ever emptied an entire kitchen, stacked it all in the dining room and then sat on a kitchen chair in your own front room waiting for a knock at the door that never comes, pull up a bucket. You're among friends. Regular readers will know about our plastering saga. Back in the spring (May, to be exact, and I'm not bitter about it, I just remember it very clearly) the council contractors were due to come and do the kitchen. Then it slipped. Then it slipped again. Then we got a text back in September, after a no-show, promising a proper slot. And this time, we were told, it was three solid days: Wednesday the 14th to Friday the 16th. Sara, being the organised one in this marriage (it's been that way since 1986, I've stopped fighting it), sent them a text on the Monday just to check they were definitely coming. Polite, friendly, nothing pushy. And the reply? Silence. Not a word. Which, if I'm honest, was about as much as we expected. The Great Kitch...
