As he stepped through the door the old kitchen quiverred. Appliances knew they no longer delivered. The sink was so scaled without any luster. Just too many places for grease and grime to muster.

The units were desperate standing proud to attention but from this dark angel there was to be no redemption. Resistance is futile you are just too bland slicing the air angle grinder in hand.

What followed was carnage biblical in form all was asunder beneath the dust storm. A whirlwind of sparks tortured splinters abound the old kitchen no more raised to the ground.

The dust storm continued without any abate the customer concerned called to the builder's mate but little was heard the air was to thick just the sound of a grinder cutting deep to the quick.

What else could be done but have faith in this saviour deposits were paid no time for courage to waiver. Then when all had seemed lost the builder's haloed image appeared the angle grinder fail silent.

A new kitchen - without peer.

PS: I will add no animals were harmed in the making of the kitchen and it looked splendid indeed when finished.