This is my kitchen. Not cleaned up especially. Not styled. (Although I will put away the dishwasher tablets now I’ve taken the photo, mainly because children, cats and dishwasher tablets are a bad combination.)
Fairy sent me some Fairy Platinum dishwasher tablets to try and I was supposed to write a post about my kitchen. I am grateful to Fairy for the tablets, truly I am, and they’ve done an excellent job, but this has been the busiest couple of weeks of what I thought was already as busy as we could be. Marto and I caught up for the first time in days, sat in a (borrowed) car driving back down the M6 on Sunday after a race up north to see my grandmother, ill in hospital. We’ve been doing alternate shifts, work, parenting and cramming in obligation after obligation. I love Fairy, but, you know what. I love sitting down with a cup of tea and sneaking the last set of the Djokovic/Tsonga match followed by some football just a little bit more.
So, I put the dishwasher on and watched Wimbledon for half an hour instead. Wimbledon fortnight is about my favourite of the whole year and today is the first time in a week I’ve found time to sit down and watch it.
Mostly, the kitchen is the heart of our home. Tonight, however, it wasn’t. But was left in capable, Fairy, hands. Isn’t that the beauty of dishwashers.
This post is an entry for the “My Kitchen Story” Linky Challenge, sponsored by Fairy Platinum.