If music be the food of love...

then I would be very well nourished in my temporary kitchen.

My reality is somewhat different. My diet now consists of coffee, cereal, Bloody Mary and the occasional 'pop & ping'.

I spent the day with the builders today.

Today's drama is sponsored by the Chuckle Brothers and the theme is 'nothing fits':
* the valves don't fit on the radiator
* the bin doesn't fit under the sink
* the lighting configuration doesn't fit the switch
* the cupboards don't fit on the wall unless buried into the ceiling
* the extractor duct doesn't fit the roof
and of course the catch-all....
* the kitchen doesn't fit in the kitchen

I'd consider sticking my head in the oven (if it was connected) but doubtless that wouldn't fit either.