Escaping the noise...

It's quite impactful... knocking walls down... ah-ha...

Janet and I decided we didn't need to be present at the collapse of all our hopes and dreams, and went for an afternoon wander as - brick by brick - the kitchen and the new extension made friends. This isn't our garden... our garden is nowhere near this tidy any more...

I smiled to read your comments on yesterday's image of the now gone kitchen. Like power shoulders and big hair, everything has its time and is thereafter simply ancient... how I know the feeling.

But punk's not dead, and one day the new kitchen will look ever so dated too... and yesterday's kitchen will be to die for. ;-)