Pantry antics

Easter has been slightly crazy with the children stoked with chocolate, my parents staying with us and two sets of holidaying friends with their children flitting in and out of the house. I also took on some work which was a mistake, got flu and ofcourse, lost the car keys for six days. Oh, and I reinstated the pantry. Have broken the news to the builder but have not yet told the architect. The builder did not seem surprised. I am not sure how the architect will feel. We measured it out on the dug out floor. "It's not big enough," I said as I stood in the corner. "I need to be able to go in and shut the door." I think he thought I was joking. I was not joking. I want a lock, light, stool, book, bottle and glass. I always thought the Egyptians were on to something. Maybe, if the architect looks very unhappy, I will tell him that it could have been worse; I could have demanded a pyramid.

Whine and wine

I went to get the baby up this morning and she looked at me as if I was the best thing ever to have happened to her. I am not sure how it was for the baby, but for me, the day went downhill from then on.

I have given in on the pantry which I wanted built in to a corner in the new kitchen. I needed a pantry so that I could hide things; tins, saucepans, mess, children, myself occasionally. I really wanted a pantry. The architect really wanted me not to have a pantry. I held my ground right up to the point I caved. I decided at a site meeting at the house this afternoon that I simply did not care any more. I barely want a kitchen. Frankly, a wine cooler would do me. I have discovered that some people drink so much that they do not just have a bottle chilling in the fridge. They have a fridge just for bottles. Now a wine cooler. That is worth going to the wire for.

(Did I spell that right? Some people just read me for the spellings.)