The trouble with kitchen fitters is that they have the tools...they have the right equipment and apparently the knor-how! The trouble with kitchen fitters is that they are normally a metaphor for something else.
Philosophise and we are all more alike than we know. Comforts me. Comforts me when I think how the heart of her home is in the same state as mine, disarray, not as it should be, disfunctional, spilling over into the rest of the home...
Sometimes I dream of a world of people picking up the tools and just doing it for themselves, crafting out the path forward and fixing the old with their creative and skilled hands. I dream of it genuinely I do but I sighing, I sometimes resolve whether our lives are designed to be unhinged and grubby?
For Ellen because through these blogs and this bastard life there is sometimes someone out there notices when you have been away too long. For Ellen because I always liked that show. Funny sad and romantic and I wonder if the kitchen fitters in the real Ellen saga know how much it would mean to one woman to go and do what they know best, fit a few fucking cupboards and get the god damn kitchen up and running, wish I could tell them to go and resuscitate the heart in her home!
For Ellen, because I think she deserves more than a comment in a little box after she has spoken. For Ellen...because sometimes a real fact can make the best metaphor and I know one day that kitchen will be perfect, the envy of the town. x