This is the last time that I captured our traditional kitchen.
It’s over forty years old and it was hand-fitted by my Dad. The colour scheme
might have been a statement back in the day, but all the fixtures are beginning
to fall apart now. Tiles are beginning to crumble and parts of the breakfast
bar are beginning to get chipped. Apart from the faded wooden shelves and
decaying cookbooks that are no longer referred to, it’s amazing how clean it’s
managed to stay. There’s an ancient tin opener hanging up on the walls that now
requires an effort to operate and it’s much easier to use a hands-free battery-operated
one. There’s also plenty of tat mounted on the walls, mainly from my nieces who
want to see it on display each time they come to visit. It’s a blend of the
practical and the decorative. I wonder what will take priority when the new
units are in place.
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