It was orange. It had a tiny fridge. But that old kitchen was at the heart of family life
Almost 20 years ago I did something intensely stupid. I agreed to a kitchen design which included a boxed-in area for our existing fridge. It meant that, as the years passed, the only fridge we could have was a relatively small one which could fit that space. It didn’t matter that we soon became a family of three and then four; that the house could be crowded with children’s friends who also needed feeding. We were stuck with this tiny bloody fridge.
The kitchen had other failings. There was a stupid area to the side of the stove inset with raised metal bars. We were meant to use it for hot pans coming off the flame. We never did, but nor could we use it as a preparation space either. There was a corner cupboard that was so cavernous, things got lost in there for years, and a bin system under the sink that rusted up as water dribbled into it from above. It was painted a ludicrous colour somewhere between rust and DayGlo orange.
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