|Ipswich Town and the Rotten Kitchen Cupboards|
Written by WarkTheWarkITFC on Tuesday, 28th Aug 2018 10:26
In 2012 I purchased a three-bedroom house just outside Ipswich town centre.
To look at it from the outside you could tell it wasn't worth a fortune. In fact it was one of the smaller and more tired looking houses in the street but there it stood, surviving the test of time and deserving of its place amongst the ever-so-slightly more superior houses that kept it company.
Once you stepped inside though you'd be hard pressed to argue that it didn't look better than some of the bigger, more costly houses next to it. It had been maintained pretty well, the dining room and lounge knocked into one and if you ignored the exterior and ranked these houses just on how they performed as a living space, mine was definitely punching above it's weight.
One issue that we didn't realise though was the problem in the kitchen. One of the walls had succumbed to rot, due to a build up of leaves in the guttering keeping in excessive moisture and after seeking professional opinion it was deemed that the very nice-looking wooden kitchen cupboards were too badly damaged, rotten from the inside, and they would have to go.
The wife and I thought long and hard about it and decided that rather than just rip the cupboards out, deal with the wall and then put direct replacement cupboards in to the hole that would be left, we would undertake a far more ambitious development project of the whole kitchen, upgrading the sink, the worktops and essentially rotating it 90 degrees to what would clearly be a far more pleasing on the eye kitchen area.
The problems set in though as soon as we ripped out the kitchen.
A number of neighbours walked past the window, looked in and remarked 'careful what you wish for'.
National journalists would write pieces on all the kitchen problems we were now experiencing, just days into the project, seemingly ignoring the fact that we had a professional in, we had computer generated images of how it would look, there was a clear plan in place!
Former homeowners would lambast us on Twitter suggesting that the house would have been better under the previous owner and that perhaps they should return to show us what we do.
A few days later and friends and family would come round and chant at us that we didn't know what we were doing.
Okay. So I didn't buy a house in 2012. We didn't have the kitchen ripped out. This is about Ipswich Town.
It was time for a change. Mick McCarthy was a careful owner who made us look far more of a prospect than we should have done but a rot had set in. Hurst is now ripping it all up.
It takes time.
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