I have been a little unwell for a few days. I gave my body a good chance to heal itself (that could be considered as avoiding going to the doctor) but I was not getting better. I decided last night that I would call in to work sick but wait until the morning to see how I felt. I rose at the time to get ready for work, but I felt awful. I called in sick and the doctor has given me tomorrow off too. Antibiotics should be used with caution but they are certainly necessary for me.
And today, well yesterday now, was kitchen finish day with the cupboard doors etc installed and the new oven put in. I considered there would be only a ten per cent chance that our kitchen would be finished today and I was right. Miscommunication meant installation of our new oven did not happen. It was not part of the quote and while R was quite sure, I was not. I wish I could say he was correct. We have called our electrician and he may be able to do it tomorrow. But that mean the bits above and below the oven could not be installed, but! The company has to return anyway as two drawers were damaged.
With some new cupboards to fill, we did enjoy rearranging and essentially we are happy with the work done, but really, we wish it was all over. We are already used to doorless cupboards and it is slightly annoying to have to open cupboard doors. The bin that was attached to the cupboard door under the sink is no more and just sits below the sink. Instead of heading west to get my cereal box from the linen press, I must now head east to find it in the new cupboards.
Anyway, I feel like crap, so I will bid you adieu.