Ten things your home could really do without
It's not just the washing machine in the kitchen that's wrecking your decor
Kirstie Mary Allsopp knows a thing or two about home layouts. As the host of Location Location Location and Kirstie's Homemade Home, she taught us all about where and how to live. So when she recently told us that having a washing machine in the kitchen was disgusting, we were a little taken aback.
Where is it meant to go, we pondered; in the shed, with the dusty exercise bike and letters from ex boyfriends? Or just plonked in the garden next to the compost bin, so that when it goes into spin cycle it can roam free range around the lawn, possibly even nudging its way through the griselinia into the neighbour's garden, only to tip over and disgorge its precious cargo of faded jocks into their koi carp pond?
Part of the confusion over where Kirstie wants us to stick the washing machine is explained by the fact that she is an aristocrat. Despite having a name that sounds like a brand of detergent, Allsopp is actually the daughter of the 6th Baron Hindlip, making her the Honourable Kirstie Allsopp. So while she may think we all have larders, back kitchens, ballrooms and vomitoria, her cries of 'Let Them Eat Calgon' have just caused confusion in this land of peasantfolk who feel blessed to have a kitchen, a living room with a giant TV in it, and, if you are very fancy, a shed with electricity.
However, there are some parts of the average household that are simply out of place in modern Ireland:
1 The dining/ironing room:
The dining room is great in theory, but in reality you eat standing over the kitchen sink, while your kids eat in their rooms, in front of the TV, or anywhere away from you, so you can't see them blast peas out of their nostrils at each other, or feeding your terrible lasagne to the cat. Thus the dining room becomes a depository for a year's supply of unironed clothes, and has all the class and sophistication of a cargo container loaded with fake charity collections, destined for Eastern Europe.
2 The bidet:
Now a relic of a bygone age, the bidet is not an object you stumble across all too often, unless you are buying a dilapidated starter home recently vacated by a dead person. The bidet started popping up in Irish homes in the 1970s, as the first whiff of the sexual revolution wafted across our shores. Irish people had no idea what this revolution actually entailed, but thought it best to be prepared anyway by having the cleanest arse possible, in much the same way you only wear clean jocks in case you get hit by a bus and end up in hospital. The bidet, like the toilet brush, asks more questions than it answers, and really needs its own bidet to clean itself with after use.
3 Soft furnishing in the toilet:
Again a throwback to the 1970s, when luxurious plush synthetic fabrics were all the rage, carpet cleaners hadn't been invented yet, and nobody really understood that the bubonic plague was being resurrected by having a carpet and velvet drapes in the toilet. Thank god for tiles and blinds, otherwise it would have been curtains for us all.
4 The sacred heart:
Sat up high in the kitchen, the Sacred Heart watches over your attempts at cooking, like a benevolent Mary Berry, quietly judging your collapsing souffles and crumbling marriage. Back in the olden times the Sacred Heart was vital for two reasons; one, Jesus needed to make sure you didn't put too much sherry in the trifle, and two, the little flickering light was the best way to tell if there was a power cut or not. Now you know when there is a power cut because the WiFi goes and your children start talking to you for the first time in months.
5 JFK painting:
While the Sacred Heart keeps an eye on the kitchen, the JFK portrait is usually in the living room, as he was the patron saint of fun, so you don't need to feel any shame having a drink and possibly attempting to flirt with an au pair beneath his squinty gaze.
Once upon a time you had to offer smokers an ashtray when they were in your home, in case they felt the urge to enjoy their delicious, obnoxious habit within the confines of your house, thereby shortening their life and damaging the health of everyone in your family, including the pug, who was struggling to breathe anyway. Now you welcome smokers to your home by making them stand outside in the icy dark, so they can get pneumonia or be abducted by aliens. If you still have an ashtray in your home just for smoking guests, why not take your hospitality to the next level by offering them a tincture of laudanum or perhaps a toot on your opium pipe?
7 Home bar:
With all the drink driving legislation now making it impossible for a simple country person to have ten pints and four shorts before driving a combine harvester home whilst eating a steak at the same time, the home bar seems more and more practical. In reality, it makes you look like you have been barred from every pub in your province and thus are bitterly setting up your own pub, where you will drink mostly alone until your unclean taps give you E. coli and you die alone, face down on a beer mat that has your own face printed on it.
8 Entryway shoe storage:
Having one of these inside your front door is a great idea, as we live in a country where, if it didn't rain 300 days a year, we would be up to our knees in dog faeces. Every guest to your home comes with the gift of traces - or chunks - of dog turd on their shoes. However, even though you believe that the shoe rack gives your home a certain zen feel to it, it actually makes your hall look like a poorly lit bowling alley, complete with moist insoles, lifting floorboards, and the faint odour of parmesan.
9 Fondue sets:
Fon-don't. A tin pot trough for government cheese or cooking chocolate that brings nothing to your home except mouth blisters and cholesterol.
10 Actual swimming pool:
If it's a medical necessity, you get a pass. Otherwise it is there solely so you can feel smug on the 12 days a year we get great weather on a weekend. The rest of the year it's Davey Jones's Locker for thousands of bugs and the odd rodent, unless you drain it and use it to store boxes and boxes of worthless AIB share certs.
Kirstie Allsopp backtracked from her claim that washing machines in kitchens were disgusting by saying that if you had nowhere else to put them, then it was fine, which is like saying having a jacks in the kitchen is disgusting, but sure if there's nowhere else for it to go then it probably makes sense. A washing machine in the kitchen isn't a sign of sloth or an indication of a lack of food hygiene - it's a simple necessity for most of us. Despite being an expert on location, poor Kirstie failed to notice just how out of place her comments were.