Yet more choices

We start the hunt for flooring for the kitchen, now the paper & paint have been chosen.

All our friends have given us advice. You need laminates or stone tiles. We look at each other & think no. With my poor ability at flight despite my regular endeavours to take off, we need something that gives me a softer landing. Apart from which this is a kitchen/diner & we prefer something warm underfoot in the dining area. This is England after all.

We flirt with the idea of padded vinyl - easy to keep clean, but again not want we want in a dining room. Carpet tiles? Our old kitchen had them & my did they get filthy. No. We've decided on carpet, the sort that doesn't stain or absorb spills & is scrubbable.

We toodle off to the shops & almost instantly see just the thing. We're obviously getting much quicker at this deciding business. The only thing is the paint would need to be a different shade, but that's easy sorted as it's not yet been bought. As the shop is heaving - it's Saturday & the shop has just started a sale, slashing the prices by over 50% (a sign of the times?), so we leave the actual ordering until Monday when it will be quieter. Instead we adjourn to the village Pub & congratulate ourselves on how easy the process has been, before going home where the chicken is roasting away.

We have a moment of alarm as we get to the front door of home to smell smoke. There's no sign of a bleeping fire alarm. It was with relief we opened the door to be greeted by a waft of warm deliciously chicken air. All's well.