Friday, 5 November 2010
Two Loos Lautrec, that's me - by Christmas, anyway.
Awful old joke aside, the two loos bit is true; another item has been ticked on the To Do list: Plan 2nd bathroom.
Richie the plumber and I met yesterday, made lists, drew sketches on envelopes, waved our arms about, debated the least head-injuring way to site a toilet under a sloping roof, and how to run pipes through the complicated eaves. It was wonderful to deal with a tradesman with a refreshingly can-do attitude, a fondness for problem solving, and a promise that it will certainly be done before Christmas.
Work on the conversion of box room into bathroom will start in December, giving me time to empty the room, strip the walls of their ancient lining paper, lift the (newly-laid) carpet, and choose all the items required. I have to find storage space for all the boxes currently being stored in the attic, but I'll worry about that tomorrow. I can't say I'm looking forward to clearing this room again; it seems to have had rather a lot of effort applied to it already this year, turning it from Room of Shame into almost-a-workroom.
But no matter - and oh, what delight! - at long last I will have a bathroom next to my bedroom. This, for someone who has rarely slept through an entire night in her life without needing to visit the loo, is going to be wonderful - no more dozy plodding down from the attic in the dark.
At my boarding school, with its - er... frugal approach to heat and light, the entire long and ghostly top corridor was lit during the night by a single strange bulb that glowed as a tiny spark of red, emitting no real light, only allowing you to avoid walking into the far wall. We learned to grope our way from chilly dormitory to icy Victorian lavatory in almost total darkness.
I have retained to this day the skill of navigating in the dark (helpful if one doesn't want to wake up too thoroughly), although street lighting intrudes rather helpfully onto the landings in this house, allowing me to avoid the life-threatening small-hours version of this:
They will have to adjust their strategy, but I'm sure they'll succeed. Meantime, I'm off to look at tiles. And taps....
Posted by rachel at 09:50