Kitchen, I hate you.
You're dim.
You're mediocre.
Your SO 1970's.
You've got no class.
You've got the bodgit philosophy of the previous owners written all over you.
You're so badly lit.
You don't even fit the period of the house.
Yet you're a magnet for all who come here.
Here we sit over wine and food.
I hate you.
You're my public face and you're nothing like me.
I hate you.
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