Best laid plans

I inherited my kitchen from someone else, which is never entirely satisfactory.

I've lived in this place for nearly ten years now, with an unsatisfying kitchen.

The trouble is, if I'm going to spend money on having my kitchen done, I'd want to do some other works at the same time.

That would involve moving the central heating boiler and all the related plumbing and water tanks, building a glass-roofed conservatory, knocking down the wall between the kitchen and the new conservatory, inserting an RSJ across the entire back of the block, and digging out at least 20m3 of garden soil (and inserting a small summer house in the garden although, I suppose, that last could wait). And then inserting a new kitchen.

And that all means renewing my kitchen would cost £60 or £70k, rather than, I dunno, a more sane £5k.

I was reminded of that tiresome dilemma while admiring this photosequence.

I rather like this kitchen.

Although not, I should say, as much as I like the boy standing in it.

There's something delightfully open about him.

He's not one of these insanely over-sculpted gym bunnies.

He looks real and fleshy and human. All of which are good qualities.

He also has one of those intriguing curvy dicks.

Although he seems to be treating it a bit brutally for my taste.

Perhaps he just needs someone to show him how to use it properly.

I'd happily volunteer.

And I could have a closer look at the kitchen, too, while I was there.