Breast reduction? Gives plastic surgery a bad name.

When Rolf indicated that she was unhappy with the size of one of her breasts, I was my normal supportive self and said that if she thought she'd feel better about herself, then she should get both upgraded, possibly to Jordan proportions, and I wouldn't think less of her. The thought actually crossed my mind that maybe I should get a couple fitted myself, so I don't have to pester poor Rolf so much, and if I were to have the op at the same time as her, perhaps we could get a 'buy 2 - get 4' sort of deal. These thoughts were put aside (probably for the best) when Rolf stated that she didn't want bigger breasts, infact she wanted a reduction in size! She allowed me to weep and plead with her for at least 15 minutes before informing me that she was not referring to her own beautifully proportioned assets, but those of the chimney in the kitchen.

It seems that because we live in a terrace of the Victorian era, there is a fireplace in most rooms and the one in the kitchen is quite big because it used to have a stove in it. My building skills don't quote stretch to this sort of job, so we called in the experts of Proline. This is how it is going so far....
Before:


Day 1 - Steve and the chaps smash stuff about.


Day 2 - Propping the gaff up



Day 3 - Proline SMASH, Proline SMASH



Day 4 - Rolfy, if the doors and windows are softwood, won't we have to paint them a hundred times?



Day 5 - Yes.



Day 25 - The plasterer cometh.



So. Now we have to get in a new kitchen. We may go for a Pikea or the other end of the scale with a Searle & Taylor..... watch this space.