Once this was all tiles . . .

Chipping tiles off is hellish! Sharp shards of broken tiles flying all over, pinging off in bits, getting everywhere, but so satisfying when it is done! And the room looks so much bigger without them too. This was the old kitchen and is now the utility room.

It has a lovely view over the front garden and down to the sea. I envisage myself at the sink delicately doing the hand washing or arranging flowers from the garden into vases and bowls, in a gentile and lady-like kind of a way. Mike sees it as a purpose made room for the gutting and preparing of freshly caught fish and other manly pursuits involving bits of, probably oily, mechanical paraphernalia . . . !

It's going to be a very useful room!