Kitchengate part 2

As anyone who has been through the "modern" method of installing a kitchen knows, you must have so many differently qualified folks involved so you are "health and safety" and regulations compliant. Gas fitter, electrician etc so everything gets certificated. Having seen how some folks do jobs and then issue the "certificate", we are seriously cynical about the worth of this but it has to be done (and paid for naturally!)

The good news was that after the rather good cast of Ben Hur had finished, our little house in Hythe had a sparkly new kitchen in place. The only challenge will be teaching Mrs Toddler how to use the appliances as we have no clue either. Mr Toddler avoids cooking but he might get called upon when the clocks change to synchronise everything. Oh, hang on, the "internet of things" has arrived for us courtesy of Mr Bosch and the new kit so they ought to reset to and from daylight saving time automatically:

The only challenge is getting them to become part of the internet of things. The appliances seem a little reluctant. Perhaps they feel that they are a little too grand to be in our little house. Or they might be upset as we changed the display language from German to English. Or maybe the technology employed is simply beyond the ageing captain - remember that he last worked in IT over 7 years ago when the punched card and Cobol were still pretty sexy.

During the final activity spurt of #kitchengate we continued to cough and splutter and generally feel most sorry for ourselves. All the planned social activities were cancelled too. Eating out was not such a treat when you cannot taste the stuff properly anyway. Recovery was slow, very very slow. However we did perk up enough to make a dash to Scotland to recover the old Victron inverters which we replaced whilst up there last summer. Sheila and Niall had kindly stored them for us and we felt more that a bit guilty about how long their garage had been cluttered with two big blue boxes:

The spluttering and coughing continued upon our return but the pain was eased by having a sparkly new kitchen:

The pain increased when we had to lug everything downstairs again and into the new cupboards. Mrs Toddler will never find all of her things again. We need to emigrate before she blames us.