Cooking with gas

Tonight I christened the newly installed hob and the extractor fan.

Checking the spuds

What a joy to cook on. And the dials make sense. The extractor fan has touch controls and the light is so good, I don’t need to put the overhead spots on. Okay, on full blast, it sounds a little bit like a jet warming up but, with the radio on, you don’t really hear it.

All in all, it’s superb and the best kitchen I’ve ever worked in.

And, by the end of the day, the extension was starting to look a bit more livable. I managed to clear away the big pile of rubbish, swept, vacc’ed and steamed the tiles then dug out the small lounge from the front room. It meant we could actually watch a DVD in comfort (Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring) while having dessert. I just need to hook up the amplifier and speakers and we’ll even have decent sound.

Late in the afternoon (more like prevening) I went down to the pet shop to buy Emma a couple of toys to chew on to save my thongs from her little shredding teeth. I also grabbed Day-z one of the big ham bones that she loves.

I gave Day-z her bone and she sat in the middle of the terrace chewing on it for about three hours. Emma was very interested as well but Day-z made it clear that the bone was not for her. Emma kept her distance but watched with an anticipation that belied her small size.

C’mon! I dare ya!

Eventually, Day-z took the bone up to the end of the garden and hid it in a secret place only she knows (I hope the fox doesn’t find it in the night). Meanwhile Emma enjoyed her new chewing bone between toilet trips.

She goes to the toilet a lot. And while we occasionally find little unwelcome parcels in the corners of the extension, most of the time she’s started to go outside. At least the tiles make it easy to clean up. Sure beats trying to scrub up a carpet every hour. I have no idea how people with carpet manage to keep a puppy. It’s a warning not to lie on the carpet in a house that’s had (or has) a small puppy because you don’t want to get your face too close to what comes out of their butts.

While I worked, Mirinda relaxed (she’d had an awful week at work and needed to rest). We ate lunch on the terrace and, eventually, dinner as well. We are really going to enjoy our new home once it’s finished. I even managed to find the bottles of Sancerre so we could celebrate with a lovely chilled white wine. (Almost) perfect.

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3 Responses to Cooking with gas

  1. Mirinda says:

    He means Australian thongs….

  2. Mirinda says:

    And I love that picture of Day-z Emma and the bone – sums up their entire relationship so far …

  3. hat says:

    Don’t worry I will send you another pair. Wow!! the kitchen is wonderful I can understand the joy of cooking in it, and also eating on your lovely terrace, that is so funny with Day-z and Emma.
    love mum and dad xx

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