Sharing The Less Than Perfect Kitchen – Suff Of Nightmares
Everybody has their own ideas about what sort of kitchen they fancy. Those of us who have taken the long route to house ownership will most likely have shared a flat with pals . . . the ones who love kitchen hygiene and those who don’t. These long forgotten flat shares are such a good grounding for life with other families/sharers/partners. If you can survive two or three years sharing a kitchen with them, life after that should be easy peasy. . . . However, not many can accommodate other people’s foibles and the time to branch out rarely becomes such a frank reminder of the need for privacy is never far away. There is always ample scope for imagining the chance to rip out the flat’s kitchen and start all over again. Move that grotty sink with the awful wooden draining board and crud encrusted surround. Move out that little tin topped table with the bent leg and replace with a fancy new combi cabinet combining work space and storage for pans, crockery and tableware. Usually the larder for tins and packets ends up being an orange box on the floor unless the fridge is unusually large. Ahhh daydreams of a neat workable little paradise come to mind.
