Is it down to the Lake I fear....

When I arrived home from work tonight, I had to walk in the house, and straight out the back door. 

Himself had decided to progress with the kitchen works, and was mid-tile removal when I went in. 

How he could stand being in the remnants of the kitchen with himself, I have no idea. Standing for two seconds was making my teeth hurt.  He was banging and banging and the noise was vibrating thru my loose brain and making my cheeks hit off my teeth.  Not good. 

So I sat in the garden, and did my first ever origami.  A lotus flower.  


After dinner,  he looked at me and said "go and take a photo, I have more tiles to takeoff". 

So I took myself off to the harbour, and bumbled  I didn't want to bimble for too long - I didn't have a bag or a jacket, and it wasn't warmest and I had my phone, my keys and my camera 

I managed to bimble around for an hour and a half.  Very nice it was too, and when I came back... all the tiles were gone, and half the work surface on one side. 

At this rate, there is going to be no kitchen for a considerable amount of time.