Not so simple

Blip mojo has been washed away with the monsoons of yesterday and I nearly thought about taking a break. But then I rediscovered the manual mode so am temporarily refocused. Or refocussed.

Had a plumber round today to take a look and find a budgety way to turn a tired wee room into a hotel bathing boudoir. Hmmmm. From a brief discussion of close coupled toilets (romantic) to tiny basins to steel baths, suddenly we were on big tiles, long heated towel rails, spotlights and a slight feeling from me that things were getting a bit out of hand.

We finished off by discussing the cracked ceiling by which point I needed a sit down, not just from the thought that I may need to sell a kidney to pay for it all but at the horror of seeing how grimy the place was. Not only do I have a fine layer of dust on the bathroom surfaces, but the ficus seems to think it's autumn.