The workmen have been in, all week, to build us a new shower room. The last one leaked. I’ve had a procession of sparkies, plumbers, carpenters and helpers through the door, every day. At the same time, some other folk have been in to do damp-proofing in the basement room (my study).
For what is actually a tiny space, the new shower room has been expensive. A rough breakdown puts it at £800 in VAT alone (I have to pay tax to get a new shower room), plus costs for three men working four days, plus the sparkies (there have been at least two), plus a floorman, plus the shop profit margin, and then a few hundred for the actual taps, sink, panels, shower unit, non-mist mirror, towel warmer, whatever, etc.
And all the workmen worked hard, I have to report. Most of them are self-employed. That’s the way it’s done nowadays – sub-contracting.
But I think it’s looking good.
Lindsey always makes the final decisions about décor etc, mostly after many hours of consideration and looking through various brochures, and the funny thing is that they are always the same as the decisions I made after 30 seconds consideration.
The damp proofing plastering caused dust everywhere. What a skunner to clean it all up afterwards. The first workman for that job was a teuchter. Very difficult to understand anything he said apart from that “there would be stoor everywhere man”, despite his best efforts.
I can’t show much in the way of photos, because the small shower space is so difficult to photograph.
When I mentioned the fact that I’d spent five hours cleaning the place up today, Lindsey surprisingly quickly (I thought) produced the card below, which I’ve scanned.
It was drawn by son Jamie when he was a nipper for his darling bruddha’s birthday, and I don’t know if you can make out what it says, but Lindsey pointed out that the bit about her was “Occupation – Cleaning up” and she’s shown with a brush and shovel in her hand.