Its weird. Trev is happy to exist in the necessary chaos around us in France but I am reaching the end of my patience with this project now.
I want clean. I want to go look for something in it’s proper place and find it. I am tired of dust and obstacle courses to access the cave.
Back to Trev, who has always been the one displaying ocd tendencies; maybe they’ve just been diluted by project endless slog. Anyway, after I had a hissy fit about the mess and wanting the kitchen done he put up this shelf , which was in the house when we came, over the oak former sideboard which is my first piece of clean storage ever in the kitchen.
Then he put up the utensil rack. Copying exactly the layout in the box. Then he said he was keeping the box to show my daughter where to put stuff when she tidies up, because once she’s emptied the dishwasher we can never find anything. Then I realised he was joking.
Or maybe not, this is how he lines up the chilli sauce on his toasted cheese.