Hell's kitchin

Well I've been up to my neck fitting a new Kitchen for the past week, and I've had enough already. Working a full day then having to 'DIY' all evening is taking it's toll. I keep running into problems, I can't get the flaming taps unscrewed and even if I could the stop cock doesn't work so that would spell disaster. Ho Hum (as Debbie would say). I've decided that plumbing is best left to the professionals, because the last thing (Bob and Hazel down below wouldn't be best pleased) we all need is a flood. O’well I feel like I've started to make a bit of headway, as most of the cupboards are up and I've made a start on the tiling. Though unfortunately I’ve inherited a kitchen that's tiled from floor to ceiling with tiles of the William Morris era (those of you who have made it round to my humble abode will know what I'm talking about) and thus am forced to retile the entire kitchen. Now you have to understand I find tiling a daunting job at the best of times and I just know it's going to be an epic challenge and one I'm not savouring. Anyhow it‘ll all be worth it when it’s done, only 4 weeks till Debbie’s back from Australia (miss you x) and I promised her it would be finished (no pressure then) note to self – never make promises…