295. Normal people (2)

 We get home and tell my husband about the dishwasher. We tell him about the washing machine too. He is not surprised. That's because he does not know we have three washers in the house. He probably thinks we had zero and it is good we get one now that winter is coming. He cannot possibly send his wife down to the river.

He is acting a bit weird after his siesta. I cannot work out if it is because the siesta was too short or too long. 

'Let's do the whole kitchen up.'

And then he starts pulling the old washers out into the yard. That's fine. That makes sense. But then I hear some banging and there he is knocking the whole thing down. He is pulling and lifting and using hammers and saws and soon enough half of the kitchen is onto the garden patio, looking miserable. The work top on the other side of the sink is sticky and won't come off its hinges. He calls Baby for help. 

'When I say so, you tap here with this hammer. OK? Just there.'

Baby makes him repeat the instruction and wants to know exactly where to slam the hammer down. She is staring at the spot waiting for her dad to give the go-ahead. I am a little worried about my husband's hands. 

'Go.' He says.

Baby raises her hands above her head and brings them down in one quick movement, the way she'd hit the tennis ball on the court. 

'BANG.'

A sharp crack sound followed by a suspicious gling gling gling. That is not a normal noise. I get up, go to the kitchen. 

'You've smashed the sink!' I cry out.

The three of us are standing them, staring at the broken bits as if they're going to get back where they belong. Finally Baby gives an explanation.

'It's dad! He told me to do so.'

I look at my husband. He seems to admit that he was at fault.

'You can buy a new sink now. It's better that way; everything this side will be new.'

He sweeps the kitchen with his arm. So we can imagine the new kitchen with a brand new sink. That, I think, was us trying to have a normal people weekend.