Sunday, March 13, 2005  

Oh beat me with the pumice stone.

During our recent excavations into various walls in our little house, we discovered that the person who built it was a complete twat. So we have decided to completely replace the waste pipe system, separating the kitchen and bathroom waste. Which, if the fucking idiot who built this house is reading*, is how it should have been done in the first place.

It was decided that because all the pipe work was being changed, that we might as well put a new bathroom suit in, and renew the tiles. A relatively small job has been turned into a large and daunting one.

I don’t have a good track record with DIY, as I may have mentioned, but so far so good. I have got the old bath and sink out, and most of the tiles off. The pipe work has been botched for tonight, there was nowhere open this afternoon when I realised that the connections I bought were the wrong fucking size. Necessity being the mother of invention, I used an old U bend to blank the bathroom waste from the kitchen, so we didn’t get dish water all over the fucking place. Actually I was stood scratching my head, thinking “Oh fuck, what am I going to do now” when Tracy pointed out that maybe I could use the U bend until I can get the proper parts.

This is how it looks now.

This is the hidden room under the stairs.

I’m beginning to believe that a toolbox is like a fucking Ghurkhas sword, you have to draw blood every time you get it out. First injury, a very sharp tile sliced open my finger. Second injury, burr (what an excellent word) off a newly cut copper pipe sliced open another finger. Being a fully trained first aider, and able to calmly clean and dress a wound, I shouted Tracy and asked her to do it. Well when you do it yourself you don’t get nearly as much sympathy.

* Not that I think for minute he can actually fucking read.

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