I have such lovely and noble bloggy friends! So many of you offered to eat my Maltesers for me; I was deeply touched at your concern and your willingness to risk the weight-attack just to help me out. (Although, now I come to think of it, Maltesers used to be advertised - before there were rules about truthfulness - as the chocolate with the less fattening centre.)
There were so many of you to choose from that it became too difficult to decide the most worthy recipient - so I ate them myself. But thank you all.
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Much as it grieves me to admit it I fear Husband may have been right about the kitchen floor tiles: a darker colour might have been better. Not black slate as he suggested - much too dark - but something that hid a bit of the dirt. We are just not a pale-floor family. Nor am I a conscientious cleaner.
You'll be able to judge for yourselves soon. When the final piece of granite has been fitted I'll post photos. I know, I know you can't wait! After all the trials and tribulations of kitchen-fitting was it worth it? Absolutely. Just wait and see ...