In the shower yesterday morning I suddenly decided to put some treatment wax on my dry and brittle hair.
Just drying it off I remembered it had been my intention to start knocking the thick plaster off my bathroom wall. It’s been bothering me since Paul and I moved in 20 years ago. It bothered him too and now the time has come to dispose of the extremely dated (guessing 1970s by the colour) and worn out bathroom fittings. My objection to the plastering is that the washbasin and bath are sunk into it, which looks awful – and the new washbasin is slightly bigger, so I intend to shove the whole thing back as far as it will go.
I know Paul wouldn’t have bothered with this extra mess (I’m been struggling with the extension upheaval for three months), so he would have taken the easier option of placing the basin in front of the existing wall – but he didn’t have any problem leaning over it to reach up to open or close the window, as I do. So there I am, newly washed and treated hair, all done up in curls and about to start a very dusty job! Tried wearing the shower cap, but discovered it too tight for long periods, so I ended up Land Girl style with a scarf around my head. Not attractive, but perhaps a bit more acceptable when I then put a dust mask over my face – rather fancying my as a surgeon!
I was very mindful of chiselling my way around the washbasin and cistern, so as not to dislodge them from the wall. Not quite successful in that, as I came across a damp patch of plaster to the right of the basin and the whole lot fell off, leaving the basin rather precariously balanced. I wedged in a chunk of browning and now hoping for the best!
What to do with the wall cupboard posed another question. I need the things in it to be accessible. If I take it down now I’ll have to find a place for it and already the house is packed with boxes from the now demolished utility room and the about- to-be demolished kitchen. So – I’ve decided to leave the cupboard in place until the bathroom is about to be fitted, which will be after the disabled shower loo is installed downstairs (which may be some time!) I reckon the fiddly work is already done and as soon as the cupboard comes down I’ll get the plaster off quite quickly.
But what a job clearing up the mess – who have thought that small area would make so much rubble? Many bucketsful, but fortunately I have a large skip at the front! The strapping young Ben came by with Doodle the puppy as I was emptying some stuff – and asked what I was doing. I told him – to which he replied, “All by yourself?”