Banana boxes time again

WE'RE UP to our eyes in stacks of banana boxes again.

All our kitchen clutter, glasses, plates, pots, pans, not to mention store-cupboard foodstuffs, are all scattered here and yon.

The dreaded workmen are here again tomorrow, this time to fit us a new kitchen.

It's odd really, after so many years of making do, we're now obsessed with home improvements.

We've done the lounge, the bedroom. We've done the front drive. And in almost every case, we're run into trouble.

Now, we're into our most ambitious alteration yet, and we're dreading the sheer number of possibilities for potential boo-boos.

While it's being done, we're moving into self-catering accommodation, away from the everyday stresses of living on a building site, but close enough to be fairly readily available should we be needed in an emergency.

(This way, too, we can pop back, from time to time, to keep an eye on how things are going, trusting folk that we are!)

We're keeping our fingers and toes crossed that by this time next week I should be cooking our spicy spaghetti Bolognese in a brand new cooking environment.

Can't wait.