Kitchen

 The Kitchen

We may as well continue down into the kitchen. For a large part of my childhood this was a room in which freestanding appliances stood. Not the washing machine, because that was in the shed outside as was the chest freezer. In here there was what we called the soap cupboard in which the hot water heater stood it’s an immersion heater it’s electric and switch it on you switch the switch onto the wall and switch it off and switch it off at the wall so you have to remember to switch it on and off or else it heats up forever and as far as I can tell it turns to steam and comes out the pipe at the side of the house at the top near the guttering. The soap cupboard contains soap and bin bags and general toot. and there is a little bit of a table in the corner; Not like a dining table or table you can sit at, or anything but generally a place for toot to gather. on the floor there is a black bin bag the size of a normal dustbin bag, that was the bin and that the newspaper on the floor underneath the cat feeding trays which were very often very dirty and stuck with dried food. The freestanding cooker, again electric, no gas and the pantry or larder which was  a set of shelves in which all the food and everything else was stored. there are no separate cupboards and there were no cupboards  fitted to the walls. There is a window which I often used to break in as I’d lost my key because it had one of those plastic whirly vents in and I could use an umbrella to put it through the hole of the vent in orrder to operate the latch of the kitchen window and then climb through into the kitchen and so gain entry to my home. this had caused the sink to come away from the wall a bit so there was a gap where the sink and the wall should really have met but I often stood on it in order to break in. and it’s another room where there was much unhappiness. my mother would often accuse my father of deliberately breaking things when washing up so that he wouldn’t have to do it. and he was always unhappy with being shouted out, and she was all happy and so shouting at him and given his lack of sight it is perhaps unreasonable. The floor is a cold stone floor. it’s not The plastic floor tiles of the rest of the house with a big gap between the crooked layout. it’s a kind of terracotta I think, so it could have been quite nice if it had been cared for, but it was later replaced with something more modern. so here in this kitchen was poorly kept food storage and is poorly kept household objects storage and the hot water heater and the dirt, the cat food smells, the big bin bag and the poorly hanging sink. and I’m going to say well that was my fault but actually if you think about it if I’m breaking into my own home from the age of seven because I’m expected to have a front door key but really not old enough for that responsibility and I have no one else to help me gain entry to my house, some reason of me to think that it is in fact my fault. Let us stay here that it is in fact the fault of the adults the grown-ups the parents. So here now I’m going to forgive myself for the damage I did to that sink as it should never have been. that should never of been how I got home.