So the new tumble dryer arrived. It was plonked in the middle of the galley (kitchen) where it remained for a considerable period.
I was grumpy. Very grumpy.
Having massively cleared our living space, sorted out at least some of the chaos we were living in, we could no longer access half of the the kitchen. Worst still, the top of it was a natural place to stand things. Boot bags were being rested on it, and papers were disappearing under the sheer weight of junk it managed to attract.
I’m not the tidiest person in the World, and I have no great need to have everything ordered and labelled, but even I was appalled at the machines ability to clog our space. The intruder needed a proper place to live, one that wasn’t in the middle of the main walkway through the boat, or in the middle of my kitchen.
Our kitchen’s fine, but there’s potential to use the space better so I started mentally working out how we could re-do the space to incorporate the muck magnet.
I really, really wanted it gone and out of the way.
Be careful what you wish for – your wishes may come true!