Hell's Kitchen

We have no kitchen to cook in, no washing machine to wash clothes in, and no space to live in, until Saturday. Everywhere that was habitable is now filled with large bits of new kitchen.

My flatmate is solving the cooking quandary by buying a disposable barbeque so that we can cook on the balcony until the kitchen is sorted. That could be really cool, as long as it doesn’t rain, which naturally it is forecast so to do.

The BF wasn’t very sympathetic. He said “I’m sorry that all your mod-cons are gone for a while, but think of the starving children in Africa. They don’t have washing machines either”, so now I feel churlish for finding it inconvenient. And churlish for wishing that he hadn’t chosen this specific time to start manifesting a caring attitude for the world outside the borders of Cambridge.

I blame Live8.