As you may know we are getting to the stage where we need to sell our house. It is a 4 storey Victorian terraced house which I fell in love with as soon as I walked through the front door over 17 years ago now.
The one room I have never been a fan off is the kitchen. We put off putting a new one in as we had grand plans of converting the cellar (behind the kitchen) and when we had the energy we didn't have the money, and when we had a little money H's health wasn't up to it.
Anyway, we need to sell and our kitchen is pants. I have so little storage, a rubbish oven (in my new kitchen - wherever that maybe I'm saving up for a Neff oven - the one on Great British Bakeoff, where the door opens and tucks under the oven (never thought an oven would make me happy!)).
My Dad and I are going to titivate it up (oh to have storage, makes my heart sing).
Oh heck, Dad is down there now and I have forgotten to take a before photo - oh well I guess that maybe for the best. Photos will be added as we progress. Aren't Dads great (and Mums - before she complains!).
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