Heaven

11 August 2009

I came home from work to find the shower fixed, a new set of shelves installed in my youngest daughter's bedroom, the pink fridge moved, finally - after two years - into the space made by a dismantled cupboard, a door rehung the right way round, and a man standing in the kitchen with a smile on his face holding a huge wrench.

'Cue porn music,' says Mathilda.

Does it get any better than having the hinges of your kitchen cabinets screwed to the wall after three doorless years? I don't really think so.

Posted by Writer in Residence at 5:59 PM