Dishwasher under the sink and the famous fridge to the right of it. As I have lots of items to display I wanted adequate glass doors in which to show off my heirlooms.
The green range represents our Aga which is currently cream coloured and far too dirty to show on here. Sparky's chair is currently situated to the left of the Aga where, as you can see, a new cupboard will be installed. Sorry, Sparky.
The display cabinet was something I wanted in order to make the kitchen look complete. In the same design as the units it will be in keeping and will again be a glass front double cupboard to show off some of our china, in particular, a tea set which belonged to the farmer's ancestors.
Amy had a friend stay over on Saturday night. I tried to keep the peace but spent most of my time trying not to listen to the girly banter which gave no resemblance to when I was a child. It is only when we have Amy's friends here that we really begin to realise how socially immature she is. Both girls were excited and happy to be together so I tried to stay out of it as much as possible. They had supper, played a few games, ran about the house screaming blue murder, had a bath, then played quite happily in the guest room where they intended to spend the night together in the double bed. As midnight approached and they were still chatting and playing I became the wicked witch of the North East and split them up. Amy slept with me in my bed while the friend stayed in the double. It did remind me of the many sleepovers I had with Ali when we were the same age. We used to stay up watching Ali's television, watching Betamax videos and chatting until the sun came up. One night I will never forget: it was 2am and we were still talking about what 8 year old girls talked about then, for us it was Charlie's Angels and Blue Peter (Ali will kill me for revealing our secrets). Ali's grandmother lived with her then and slept in the room next door. She knocked so hard on the wall in anger at our making a noise, that the lamp fell off the table and went out. That sent us into fits of giggles for, oooh, about thirty years. We still laugh about it today. Grandma Ella was a lovely soul. But I suppose needed her sleep, like everyone.
I feel that Amy is so lucky to have such loyal friends. This one in particular is terribly patient with her and tries desperately not to lead her astray. Living in such a remote part of the country, driving a car is an essential part of everyday life. I know at one time shanks pony was the only thing available but now that we are fortunate to have wheels to get us from A to B it becomes something of a necessity to own a car. Therefore, for Amy to have friends home it means a car journey. But it is so worth it, to see the child's face beam with pleasure when her friend draw up in their family car on Saturday afternoon is a memory to be treasured. I mentioned taking them both to McDonalds on Sunday but the friend pulled her face. "I don't like McDonalds," she said, much to Amy's disgust. Ham sandwiches won over. Saved me 44 miles worth of fuel and a fiver for the food. Not to mention a feast on junk for myself.