La prise des cotes

 Yesterday morning was "la prise des cotes" at the new apartment. This means you get to visit the place with your kitchen fitter to measure up and confirm that the design works. We had the 10:45 to 11:15 slot, but we had chosen Ikea to fit our kitchen, and their guy coud only say between 10 till 12, so at 10 I was hovering outside the building when my phone rang. It was our fitter.

I liked the guy straight away. We went into the flat - there were lots of people coming and going - and immediately saw that what we had planned would not work at all because of a dirty great drain pipe going round the entire wall of the kitchen area. Not only that, but Ikea had sent him the wrong plans entirely. Thankfully I had my copy with me, so I showed it to him quickly and we worked out what we would have to do. Basically move the fridge, cancel a big tall cupboard, displace the dishwasher and replace all the natty pull out drawers with old fashioned cupboards and doors. We'll still have the swanky drawers for our island that's going in the middle of the kitchen.

We looked around the flat. There's nothing quite like grey plasterboard and light brown cement to make a place look pokey and small, but we know that once everything is white and light it'll look a lot better. 

Our date for moving in is now at the end of May, beginning of June. We had planned to be making church visits at the beginning of June, so we'll need to rethink that. But we have a little more time to get ourselves as good and ready as we can.









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