Kitchen Day Today!

Today is KITCHEN DAY.  And also CARPET DAY.  First problem: Ikea got the order wrong and only sent 1 worktop when there should be 3.  The joiner was not best pleased because he'd agreed to work extra time before his holidays on the understanding that this was a quick simple job.  Now he can't finish till Ikea sends 2 more worktops over from Braehead.  We decided to replace the dishwasher as well and Curry's have promised to deliver a new one by tomorrow, Friday.

Our new grey bedroom carpet looks great but they had to take the doors off because it is thicker than the old carpet and they'll have to come back and trim a bit off the bottom of both doors.

Getting There ... Slowly

Our new bed has been delivered and needs to be built up.  I went to B&Q today and got two sheets of plywood cut up to make a wardrobe.  It will be a built-in one with sliding doors and it will take a day or so to make.  By the end of the week, the new carpet should be fitted so we might be able to start using the room in a week's time.

Thundering Down

Hope Jess is having better weather at Toward than we are here.  The rain came down like it does sometimes in France.  The gutters could not cope, traffic was gridlocked all afternoon.  As well as that, there was thunder & lightning.  One bolt came so close that it sounded like a bomb had gone off in the gardens.

My New Pen

 I found this pen in a shop in London near our hotel.  It says on the label that it is not suitable for children under 36 months old.

Welly Poem

Found this poem today:-

Wellies are wonderful
Wellies are swell
They keep out the water
And they keep in the smell!

Booked Up

Finally decided on how we were going to France next month ... we've booked a ferry crossing that will take us to the port of St Malo in Brittany and then we drive down the west side of France.  The idea is to avoid having to drive round Paris.  In theory, it takes about an hour to cross Paris by car.  In practice, there are usually huge traffic jams.  You always have to have a loo stop just before Paris because we've often ended up stuck in traffic, not moving, for three or four hours.

80 Degrees North

That's as close as we got to a polar bear ... and you wouldn't want to get any closer.  He's eating his lunch of fresh seal on an ice floe at the edge of the polar ice-cap.