I think they call it 'lucking in'

Well it just gets better.

I have been heartened and truly moved by the sheer generosity of one of my sets of new neighbours.

People think it is so rare, to the point of extinction these days, that folks will put themselves way out for you for no other reason than you need their help, but my wonderful neighbour has busted that theory.

They have friends that were discarding a beautiful, solid wood kitchen, no doubt in favour of some ply-formed nonsense, but I digress.
My neighbour, quick as a flash and having seen the state of our current living standards, asked me if I would like to have the kitchen. The friends wanted nothing for it, and even after years of use, it is still plain to see that buying quality pays.
Anyway, we took a drive down to Selsey and picked it up, and to my delight, my lovely neighbour has fitted it all in.
All this, done without a cross word or a moments stress on his part. Pissed walls and stubborn mortar did not phase this man for a second, and if that were not enough, the kitchen looks lovely. Just work surfaces and a change of door handles to go.

I did a little detective work while he hammered and drilled away (whistling some military band ditty the whole time) and established that him and his truly lovely wife enjoy a good old comedy at the theatre, so as some means of a thank you, I have got them some gift certificates for a dinner show at The Mill, Sonning. It seems piss-poor in light of what having a decent kitchen means to this household, but what do you get the folks who have all they need in life, plus each other?

I am wondering what I did to deserve all this, but I shan't question it too much in case I burst the bubble it came in.