There is... I took them out to paint the walls behind them. Not sure what that indicates, it's gotta be some sort of mental illness... but, in my defence, bear with me, it's a long story...
A while back some bloke on a sparsely subscribed taxi forum posted something about needing a jig to fit a kitchen counter and it got me to thinking it's about time I replaced my own counter. Mrs. Catcher agreed and suggested maybe a Pole to fit it - bit of a tangent but when we moved in the counter was only on one wall with very little prep space and the shape of the kitchen kinda dictated that the counter should be on two walls so I set about finding out where I might get a length for the second wall and the then site foreman (a taxman himself... and a farmer, bloke couldn't get enough of work) said I ought to put the long length where the original length was and remove the long cupboard that was supposed to fit a fridge but didn't and I agreed. Anywaysanall, he organised the materials for a few beers and a place to hang out when he was dodging work and I was home doing fuck all so, getting back to the point I took the long length out the back with my circular saw, put the old counter on it and cut out the hob and sink with the help of my father in law (RIP) and from there it turned into something like a Laurel and Hardy sketch... we discovered iii was too long to get into the kitchen through the door so had to bring it in through the window and manipulate it into place. Just as it seemed to be sit almost perfectly I decided another tap seemed appropriate... that's when it cracked in two places, one in front of the hob cut out and the other on the diagonal behind it... so the father in law came up with a, frankly, ingenious solution and got to work with a tube of black sealant, a coping saw and a file.... a few hours later it was perfect, kinda, well good enough anyway. The next day, appropriately hung over the father in law was rearing to go with a new router I'd bought in Argos convinced he was going to scribe the second counter perfectly into the glued together first but I managed to convince him that a trip to the hardware store for some metal edging was a far less ambitious and perfectly workable solution given the previous day's farce. That takes us to Mrs. Catcher's next suggestion... a new fucking kitchen!
Hence I had a good look at what's there and, to be frank, it's in good shape. The doors and such like are far better quality than the kinda shite I'd buy in a popular Swedish flat pack superstore with very little damage or signs of wear, the cabinets are 3/4 inch covered chip and, to be fair, needed a couple of edging strips replaced but no more than that... so I tell her we'd only be replacing half decent stuff with shite so she decides we'll paint them instead because wood coloured is apparently out of fashion a tired looking... so, to date, I've taken the bottom of it apart and painted most of it... actually came up quite well but don't tell her that, I'm maintaining my stance that it didn't need doing... anywaysanall, in taking bits and pieces off and discovering hidden dust, dirt and cobwebs one thing led to another and my OCD found me painting walls that will never be seen, ever!... and I fitted skirting board and painted that too... I know it's crazy but I guess that's what lockdown does.
