I need to sign on the dotted line for a kitchen re-fit today. Ye Gods! You'd think they were building me a new house for the price charged merely to rip out an old kitchen and put some new stuff in. Oh well.
If I had a hammer
I'd hammer in the morning
I'd hammer in the evening
All over this land
I'd hammer out danger
I'd hammer out a warning
I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land
If I had a bell
I'd ring it in the morning
I'd ring it in the evening
All over this land
I'd ring out danger
I'd ring out a warning
I'd ring out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land
If I had a song
I'd sing it in the morning
I'd sing it in the evening
All over this land
I'd sing out danger
I'd sing out a warning
I'd sing out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land
Well I've got a hammer
And I've got a bell
And I've got a song to sing
All over this land
It's the hammer of justice
It's the bell of freedom
It's the song about love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land
The room is not the issue. Nor is the hookup as it can be moved if necessary. He wants it in a silly place because "it'll look nicer there". Ergonomics doesn't even come into it grrrrrrr
I would suggest a novel orientation for it.
Standing up with the oven in front is so banal.
Reclining at a jaunty angle is what I'd go for.
To symbolize my general ennui. And a dash of pathos.
Just lie it down on the chaise-longue. Problem solved.
You could draw a sleepy face on the oven door too, just for lulz.