Rob 'n' Tony arrived today to start the Damson Cottage Bathroom Refit. I am very pleased the project has started because a) it is tedious having a whole bathroom-in-waiting stacked in the laundry meaning I have to wrangle my way past big cardboard boxes et al in order to reach things like the layers' pellet bin and the cat litter bin and the washing machine and the ironing board and b) I am thinking it would be nice to get back to having a proper shower and/or bath rather than waving the hand held shower/tap attachment over one's person down the end of the bath furthest from the hole in the floor end. We have not used the proper shower since the hole appeared in the floor because we thought the problem was because the shower was leaking (it was) AND we didn't dare fill the bath in case the disintegrating floor could not withstand the weight of the water (it might, it might not. Too risky to try.)
So, I hid in the kitchen making jam (13 jars of damson so far with the potential for another 30 - I kid you not; we are damsoning glutting here) and Flora hid in our walk-in wardrobe up on a top shelf. And there was a lot of banging, crashing and hammering as the old bathroom was gutted and brought downstairs in heavy-duty carrier bags. And all the while I was dreading Rob appearing and saying something like, 'Well...the damage has gone through to the joists. They are all rotted to the texture of apple crumble. Your whole top floor will need replacing at MASSIVE cost to both your overdraft and your sanity.'
But he didn't!! He summoned me upstairs to inspect what I believe in plumbing terms is known as the 'shell' of the bathroom and said, 'The damage is superficial and confined to the chipboard only. Your beams and joists are solid as a rock!'
Well, hurrah hip hop and a ticketty-boo to that! And by the end of the day we had a new and very solid and very unwet bathroom floor! Tomorrow is it having another layer of concrete board put on top before it is tiled. It is all looking very, well, marvellous! The concensus of opinion 'twixt Ron and Tony seems to be that the shower has been leaking for longer than the 3 months we've been here but the bath was fine. The bath has been relocated to the polytunnel where it shall become my new raised strawberry bed. Tomorrow, the new bath will be relocated to the bathroom which means I'll be able to reach the chicken food bin without swearing, the shower will be installed and so will the heated towel radiator. We have been told the loo has been reconnected for our use tonight but we are to lower and raise ourselves carefully - I think Rob's exact words were 'No crashing and sliding' - because it is free floating on the floor and could move with all unpleasant associated consequences.
Talking of which, it's been muck spreading time up here. Cor blimey!! Yesterday, when they started, I counteracted by mowing the lawn which mostly worked. This morning was puke-makingly gross to the point where I was forced to go to Lidl and buy a can of air freshener which I generally eschew in favour of flinging open the windows and letting a nice breeze flow through. The honk wasn't helped in that it was very hot and sunny here today. Luckily, the pong had abated by lunchtime. Aaahhh...countryside living!!!
And talking of farming matters - I was chatting over the front hedge to our neighbour, Don, the other day. And he was saying that it probably won't be long before we get new neighbours in the field next door. Sheep! How exciting!! I just hope 'my' cows won't be too jealous if my attention is diverted elsewhere for a while.
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