Kitchen refit 3

Another diversion from refit activity took place when these two turned up on our doorstep, complete with enormous rucksacks. Antony and Sally Brown were walking around the whole UK coastline to raise money for the RNLI, our privately run lifeboat charity, and we caught them coming through our village and gave them a bed for the night. They had to manoeuver around the assorted kitchen hardware but this didn't seem to bother them too much.

Surprisingly it turns out that kitchen refitting is a weather dependent activity - who'd have thought it! Too hot and work grinds to a halt but cooler with lots of rain and our preference for staying dry keeps us inside where staring at an unfinished kitchen will always provide the motivation to crack on. So side two begins, destruction first, lay the flooring then reconstruction. For the first time we would find out whether everything fitted. We knew it would be tight, four base units side by side, leaving just enough space for our small dishwasher....

...and it was tight. But as it turned out everything did fit.

This is good news. But it is only part of the story because on top of these things we need a worktop, a continuous wall to wall length, just short of three metres long. Careful measuring was required (measure five times, cut once) but despite this, making the cut with a beast of a power saw was as stressful as it gets, but then to know if it fitted we had to carry the massive chunk of worktop up from beneath the house, through the back door and into the kitchen. It then had to be lifted high at one end and manoeuvred between the two plasterboard walls before being gently lowered into place.

It fits, just. At a squeeze.

This is not the end, of course, for we must cut an enormous hole in it to fit the new sink, something that must then be connected to pipes which rise up through the floor in the most inaccessible place possible, behind the kitchen units we have just fitted. And all through this process, from the moment we ripped out the old bits from kitchen side two, we had no water, so we had to wash up using the shower and we were filling the kettle from the bathroom sink. The pressure to complete the work dominates our lives, each day requiring different tools to be located, holes cut precisely, screws tightened carefully, and important decisions made on the sequence of moves necessary to achieve success. Connect the plumbing first, turn on the water to check for leaks, then everything had to be disconnected again to secure the sink properly on a bed of messy silicone. The plumbing was made worse by having to connect a new sink to rather aged waste pipes which were of a different size. Years ago someone must have decided that waste pipes needed to be a 1/4 inch bigger so that plumbers could make more money by fitting new pipes in everyone's home. A professional would have known this, of course, and have all the right fittings ready to hand. A mere amateur, however, is faced with having to cannibalise the old sink to recover the right collection of bits. Such is life!

After a full week of a kitchen without water our days of washing up in the shower are finally over. Side two is operational albeit many details are still to be completed. We sit back and relax, to let the stress dissipate.

A series of equinoctial gales arrives and the howling noises as these whip past the house are unsettling but thankfully no damage occurs outside. The accompanying rain batters against our windows and drenches the garden (not a new phenomenon in these parts) but this time the pace of internal refit work has slowed, become more relaxed now we have a functioning kitchen again. Our refit project is not done, far from it, but the rest can be finished gradually as time allows, each tiny step taking us closer to our vision of the perfect kitchen.

Perhaps this is the time to recap, to compare what we have made with what we inherited when we bought the house some twelve months ago. Would our vendor recognise this as her kitchen, I wonder. The far end wall needs a lick of paint and tiling will be added elsewhere but strangely the space feels bigger than before, less cluttered and with the brilliant lights in our suspended ceiling we are proud of what we have achieved.