Major schoolboy fùck up today. Waiting for some filler to dry so I thought I’d put the plinths on. Couldn’t be an easier job.
First I cut the sink plinth to size, tried to fit it but it was too tall. I cut about 20mm off of the top, fitted it, perfect. Next, the 800 unit and 800 drawer unit. 1600 in total. Cut that, took the same amount off the top, fitted it, perfect. Couldn’t do the fridge/oven/larder assembly as I haven’t fitted the end panels on yet. Went and had a cuppa. Came back out to the kitchen and WTF - from the other side of the kitchen I could see a gap between the top of the right hand side of the 1600 plinth and the bottom of the cabinet. Whilst my worktop is dead level, my bloody floor isn't - there was a 6” gap between cupboard and floor at the left side of the plinth and near on 7” at the other end. Looked ****ing terrible. I then walked to the end of the hall and looked into the kitchen and I could see a bloody great gap between the top of the plinth and the bottom of the sink unit. I screamed and cursed and I could have cried! Made me feel sick. It’s given me the right hump and I’m totally ****ed off with the kitchen now. It’s instantly turned from a pleasure into a chore. It’s going to be a slog to finish it now I’ve lost all heart in it. What didn’t help was Mrs Mottie saying she told me so - that I would start it and lose interest. It’s been a month today since I took the old kitchen out and I’ve been fine right up to this fùck up. The job's dragging now.