The Iron Chef reigns supreme! (or I now have my plumbing sorted)

The light is at the end of the tunnel. We now have functioning kitchen appliances. We have a new gas cooktop, electric oven, sink, and most importantly, a dishwasher!

I know this must not seem so exciting to most, but for a number of weeks we have been sustaining ourselves with only a vague semblance of a kitchen (for a portion of that we did not even have benchtops), comprising of an el-cheapo electric hotplate and a spattering of several other appliances such as Sam's family heirloom of an electric frypan that is celebrating it's 100th birthday this year. Needless to say, having a kitchen in this state did not inspire either of us to cook, nor when we did cook did it motivate us to cook well -- more so just to sustain ourselves -- not necessarily the most healthiest of dishes.

It's even exciting being able to wash the dishes in the kitchen sink rather than do the weekly load in the laundry tub. However now the dirty dishes can be hidden away in the dishwasher rather than create a mount everest on the laundry floor, much to the annoyance of the kittens who must have felt it had become their own private café with an oh-too-tiresome menu.

I'm even looking forward to doing some work on it this weekend, as no longer does it seem so overwhelming (of sorts). Because the end is in sight, everything is attainable... The battle is almost ovah!