The New Year is here and we have started the bathroom, well, we have someone doing it for us. Our lovely plumber Damian is able to work within the current restrictions. He lives alone and we are able to keep a clear distance between him and us with windows open, so he has started work.
As you know the bathroom was our best room, and we really didn’t think it had any smell, if it did it really didn’t have much. We occasionally thought we got a whiff, but rarely. However, clearly it was there!
As the tiles come off, the smell starts to emerge, once they have gone it’s really strong, even if we didn’t have the window’s open for Covid reasons, we would for smell reasons!
Before we know it the bath and sink have gone and we are left with just a loo.
The plaster comes off, the floor comes up and the insulation is removed… oh, it stinks! And despite the doors being shut and dust sheets down, the whole house if covered in nasty dust that makes us sneeze and our eyes stream. It may be cold, but we have doors and windows open, desperate to remove as much dust and smell as possible. As the weekend arrives the nasty stuff is gone from the bathroom ready to start rebuilding and we spend a whole day scrubbing, wiping and cleaning everything. Somehow this is harder than having an empty house and living in the Agy. At least we could leave the mess at the end of the day.
While we do, we are back to washing in the kitchen sink and I am reminded of a moment in a Methodist church hall in Ireland during a BMYC choir tour. Many, many years ago! Some of you will know this moment well….
However, it isn’t all doom and gloom, as the bathroom begins to come together, we can see how lovely it will be and that one day we will be able to have a shower, or even a bath (what luxury!) in our bathroom, a room we want to be in… I can’t wait.
Another fabulous moment is when our new bike arrives, well new to us. She’s almost classed as a classic, but is perfect for pootling round the island (when that’s allowed again). I still had my beautiful jacket from when we had bikes before we moved to London, but this week my new helmet arrived. It will be fabulous to get back on the back (so to speak) and fortunately I have a flu jab booked and it’s not walkable, so we will have to try her out to 2 up (Ian riding, me as pillion) to get me there!
Here she is, she’s a Yamaha (Yammy) Fazer. So of course she is called Fanny….
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