There is a new kitchen being fitted this week, and so today I have found myself caught on the hop.

We thought we had covered all our bases for the next few days yesterday as we cleared the kitchen and put things in places ready for the next week or so.   We have a basin for washing dishes.   Our fridge is in the conservatory.   The coffee makes, kettle and toaster have all moved to a new home.   The hall and dining room are full of boxes.   I even found time yesterday to prepare a stew for tea tonight, which could be reheated this morning and put in the slow cooker.

Twelve hours on, and I feel that we are ill-prepared.   We forget the boiler was being done today as well, and hadn’t realised they would turn off all the electricity too.   I’m now freezing cold.   I’ve emptied the cupboard where the hot water tank is, and the one for the shower pump.   They can’t get access to at least two radiators as the kitchen is packed in boxes around them.

The day started well.   We were up and ready to go before 8am.   All had eaten breakfast, I’d washed dishes and reheated the stew.   It was put in the slow cooker, to just get on with it, and now I know it is no longer gently bubbling so I suspect it may be beyond rescuing by tea-time.

So looks like it is a shop bought roast chicken, bread and salad or a search for some different menu.