The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

joining the separate units together was harder. A few doors might have gone on
the wrong way round the first time and a few handles were screwed into the
wrong place but it was all fixable. The worktop, heavy as it was, slotted neatly
on top and fixed into place smoothly enough. The real indomitable bitch was
cutting the hole for the sink to fit in.
Measuring the dimensions was an art form in itself so I gave myself a little
wiggle room. I drew out the oval and drilled enough holes to get the jigsaw in
and keep it on track. It was hard work forcing the jigsaw around bends and I
broke a few blades as it thrust into the two inch thick MDF.
I would never have guessed that was the easy part. I slid in the sink only to
realize that the wood had cut at an angle. I got out the sand paper but it wasn’t
something that could be rubbed away easily. I fired up the jigsaw again and
tried slicing off thin layers, it was like trying to peel a potato with a hedge
trimmer. A more experienced craftsman might have done a better job but for me
it was a game of attrition.
I conquered the hole and celebrated as I slide the sink into its resting place. The
battle was won but the war wasn’t over. I had to fix the pipes and secure the
sink into position. I had to slide inside the awkward space underneath the sink,
my back and legs on the kitchen floor, my neck and head uncomfortably raised
onto a hard wooden pillow. I reached up and fixed one part of the sunken basin
into place only for another part to pop out. Krueger must have felt my