Late last year we started Renovations Round #2 on our charming cottage (or in another, more accurate sense, our termite-infested collapsing hovel). We made a start on the bathroom. Then we needed incessant trips to the specialist so there went our bathroom fund.
Okay, so it's better than it was:
But after 5 months, I'm really getting sick to death of this being the room I am supposed to wash away my cares in:
The only difference between today and this photo is that the paint has been partially scraped off the walls, and the bathtub drainpipe rusted away completely so the tub leaks all over the floor. We have to put the plug in when we shower and then let the water drain out v.e.r.y. s.l.o.w.l.y.
I hate my bathroom.
Oh, my darling... (stifling a laugh)... you are indeed such a trooper... you have my utmost respect for living with such grace through such chaos... Because... I couldn't do it. I'm too much of a pampered priss... While I love adventure, camping, roughing it and all that... when I'm at home... I demand luxury!
ReplyDeleteI don't know why I'm chuckling so... partly I'm thinking of an ad campaign that ran years ago here in North America from some bubbly bath stuff called Calgon... and the ads always had this refrain that went, "Calgon.... take me awaaaaay!" When I look at your bathroom... that's what I can't help but think.
I haven't discovered the joys of removating yet but I live vicariously through the thousands of home improvement shows on British television.
ReplyDeleteOh Panda, I don't know how you cope. That bathroom would be enough to put me off dirt school, period.
ReplyDeleteYou must be one tolerant woman. When everything else around me is in chaos my home is my sanity so I admire any that you get. :)