For myself, I like to sleep. If I can have a straight week of lie-ins and not have to drag myself into work, I'm a happy old soul.
I've now, theoretically at any rate, been on holiday for a fortnight. I say `theoretically' because, apart from one day last week, I haven't had to go into the office. However, for a week and a half I've shared the flat with the lads as they completed the kitchen. They're lovely lads, but I've had to be up early every morning to make sure the cats were safely out of the way and provided with food and water and catnip and stuff. It was a little difficult to concentrate on things while the lads were banging around, so I didn't manage to put much onto the novel. And going out for walks got old fairly quickly because the weather wasn't up to much and the joys of the Barnet Triangle tend to pall rather quickly. I suppose I could have gone further afield, visited museums, that kind of thing, but money's tight and I need to save even the price of a ticket.
By the end of last week, I'd decided to call it a day on the holiday and go back to work this week. But then I remembered there was an Underground strike on Wednesday and Thursday, and the thought of travelling through that made me change my mind.
Things are, of course, quieter now the kitchen's finished and the lads are gone, although I had to be up early on Wednesday because the new fridge was being delivered (it actually turned up at half past one int he afternoon) and Bogna, for reasons best known to herself, woke me up to have breakfast with her yesterday. So this morning was the first lie-in I've managed in two weeks.
The (still sadly LJ-less) OJM is fond of telling me that I'd complain if I was hanged with a new rope. To which I can only reasonably reply that I'd probably complain no matter what kind of rope was used. But I was worn-out when I came into this holiday, and I don't feel I've had any rest, so I'll be going back to work next week in roughly the same state as I left it a fortnight ago. My boss, of course, will reason that I'm fit and refreshed after two weeks dozing on a li-lo somewhere and he'll dump on me all the work that didn't get done while I was away. By Thursday, I'm going to need another holiday.
Anyway. There have been requests for pics of the kitchen.
I guess I should show you a couple of `before' pics to give you an idea of what's been done. Only Thog and the OJM have seen our kitchen in the flesh. These pics were taken not long after the OJM visited.
These next ones were taken during the build.
And the finished article.
I'm already a bit annoyed with the cooker. The burners on the hob only seem to have two settings: high and low, and it's hard to do any fine adjustment, whereas I could adjust the ones on the old cooker within a couple of degrees. Each one also has a different rating, so the bottom right-hand one is for simmering, the top right-hand runs a bit hotter, the top left-hand a little hotter than that, and the bottom right-hand is a wok burner. This seems unnecessarily complicated to me; for one thing, it means you have to reach over the hob to get to the two burners I'll probably be using the most. I'm also going to have to relearn all the timings I've learned over the past twenty years or so. The old cooker had burners like the back end of an F-16; I could put a pan of potatoes in cold water on one, go off and have a cigarette, and come back and they'd be cooked. On the new hob, I could go away and watch a couple of episodes of Scrubs. I'll have to experiment.
As for the oven, I have no idea. It came with an instruction book the size of an average novel and you can't do anything simple like just switching it on and cooking stuff; you have to dial in various cooking `modes' first. It'll become second nature eventually, of course, but at the moment I'll have to cook with the instructions in my hand.
Still, onward and upward.