Heavens above, but there has been a lot of hoo-ha with this bathroom malarkey this week. Not with the actually plumber and tiler - oh no, they've been VERY organised and helpful and are booked in to start next Wednesday. But with the actually buying of the bathroom bits themselves. Me and himself Lord Malarkey have been travelling hither and thither and in and out of DIY shops trying to buy what we need, whilst, to cut a long and tedious story short, what we really needed to do was just sit at home and buy it all from PlumbWorld, which is what we eventually did when neither Homebase nor B & Q could provide us what we needed by when we needed it by.
Yesterday, then, a lorry and a man arrived and duly deposited a P-shaped shower bath and side panel, a glass shower screen, a heated towel rail, a shower with a MASSIVE shower head (to take advantage of the amazing water pressure we have here), matching bath and basin taps and various bits of plumbing essentials like radiator valves and waste outlets and plugs which I shan't bore you with. The lorry man assisted me in checking everything had arrived in pristine condition and then storing it all in the laundry. He said, 'Are youse from London?' in his Birmingham way, and then proceeded to tell me all about his dad, who was from London. I am just about getting used to being the one with the odd accent here! And then he went, with a smile and a wave, leaving behind a VERY useful pallet with a back and sides construction which will likely become another compost bin OR...
...another chicken house! I kept looking at this pallet yesterday. I kept thinking, 'This could be made into a chicken house. An unusual chicken house, granted, but yes - I could definitely see chicken house potential in my mind's eye. Because (whispers)...we might, just MIGHT be going to a poultry sale on 10th September. Just to have a look, you know. At poultry. Well, the new hen enclosure is mightily big for just two hens...
Anyway, we've also got bathroom tiles sorted. It's odd, but when you live in a period cottage of 165+ years old you become very aware of what will and will not suit its style. The tiler was very aware of this, very keen to get the refit right so it sat well with the house. Therefore, and because we bought all our bathroom bits online and the bill was considerably cheaper than expected, we were able to spend a bit more on lovely tiles. So, Victorian-style geometric ones in white, blue and green pattern for the floor and sky blue oblongs for the walls.
It hasn't all been bathrooms this week. Aside from pruning (I seem to be forever pruning!) I've been sewing, too. And writing. I have made cushions for the dining room and two snails for the hell of it.
The snails are called Percy and Mary Shelley. And do you remember a year or so ago I knitted a cardigan with wool as thick as rope and knitting needles like broomsticks? Well, wearing that cardigan was akin to carting around a trucculent bear, so I unravelled the cardigan (no mean feat in itself as when I sew something together I mean it to stay sewn together) and I reknitted it into a snuggly sofa blanket. And then, because it looked a bit dull, I knitted some flowers (not fiddly, AT ALL) from some wool oddments and attached them for prettifying purposes.
And the writing? Well, I've started a story called 'Spectacular Dracula.' I shall post the first part this weekend for you to read, if you wish, and tell me what you think.
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