Yes,
the table was soon in use. I covered it with black garbage sacks so
as not to spoil it until I can find and purchase a waterproof table
runner - something like a small yoga mat. The table area now
looks..... ok. Only ok? Yes... I object to having a wall design that
is badly blu-tacked into position forcing me to know which foods
contain which vitamins and elements, and my coriander plant is almost
dead.
I
poured a glass of wine before cleaning the cutlery and placing it
into the 2 drawers. Dad's old filthy cutlery holder did not fit -
(YES!) - so I had to use plastic trays. On the left you can see my
sushi mat, chop sticks, spoon, kitchen knife and peeler. The empty
white tray was filled with a nut cracker, cork stopper and tin opener
soon afterward. The righthand drawer is for Dad's dining cutlery.
Now,
what became of the old table, you ask? Well, shall we check in the
garden? As soon as my son arrived home from his grocery expedition,
he had the table in his arms asking where it had to go - bless him
for his premature enthusiasm. I explained what needed doing and we
did it - almost. I just have to mallet-in the table a bit firmer in a
day or two when it has settled and get it to the right height for Dad
to use his garden tubs from a wheelchair...
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