As I mentioned in an earlier blog, my kitchen has for the last eight weeks been undergoing a bit of a face lift. Yes, I did say eight weeks. No, my kitchen really isn’t that big, or the refurbishment that drastic. So why did it take eight weeks? To be honest I still haven’t quite figured that one out, but the bad news is, it’s not finished yet. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. Of course having the kitchen out of action for any length of time was going to be inconvenient, but it would only be for two weeks…. Or at least that’s what the designer claimed. It started off alright. The fitter turned up bright and early one Monday to rip out the old appliances, break apart the old cupboards and completely fill the skip, which was so attractively sitting on my lawn. So far so good. Then the electrics had to be rewired. I know it’s all for my own safety, and the sensible side of me is completely on board with this...