Here's the old kitchen. As we pointed out to the estate agent when we made an offer on the house, it's pretty yucky - you'd dash in for a slice of toast and quickly out again. No butter, no jam, minimal grim sensory input.
And this is a corner of the new kitchen, which is much more of a family room where we all gather for warmth and chitchat and slow-cook good dinners in pink casseroles.
The next urgent projects are the main bathroom and the hall (which still has those same reddish tiles as the old kitchen). How does one make a long, narrow corridor beautiful...?