Kitchen sink, The view from the

I love being able to look out of the window at the front garden while washing up. We had to move the kitchen sink from its original position to make that possible.
For me, that's better than Bingo (but I have a soft spot for old fairground signage).

On a more serious note, I have a grim appointment with a European football match on tv this evening, so apologies for responding less than usual. I am praying that Fernando Torres (so called striker) will metamorphose from pussy cat into lion, at least for one evening. Failing that, arrivederci Europa!