A hole in the wall...
Man in the house thought this a superbly functional solution and envisaged, I'm sure, all sorts of functional cooking-related items there. Perhaps a toaster (ready to spew crumbs like Pompei ashes), perhaps a salt grinder (the ugly one, with definite spillage risk) or perhaps even the washing-up liquid (green sticky gunge destined to run down the panelling). Woman in the house had a very different plan. We were back to the age-old debate of form over function or function before form.
I will let you judge who scored the hole-in-one on the hole-in-wall.
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