Could It Get Any Worse?
Yes. It could.
The more observant reader may have spotted that this is not the bathroom. No, it is the dining room directly below.
It is also the epicentre of what had become affectionately known as Pipe City.
When the central heating was originally installed, many years ago, there was little attempt to bury the pipes in the walls or route them neatly out of sight underneath the floorboards. No, they were simply strung off the ceiling and along the beams like a set of Christmas fairy lights. But nowhere near as pretty.
In the sitting room too..
It’s always been our intention to progressively get rid of them all and, as we’ve travelled from room to room with the renovations, we have. But now we’ve reached a crunch point. Once the bathroom floor has been tiled it can’t then be lifted. Obviously. So if the remaining pipes are to be happily secreted away, now is the moment.
Virtually every room in the house has been impacted by this project, one way or another.
Channelling into walls is a messy business*. And noisy. Especially that.
So there won’t be any relaxing evenings in the sitting room for a while. And what isn’t hidden away under the dust sheets has had to be moved elsewhere. My study. His study. The bedroom.
The kitchen does remain uncluttered. So far. But there is no longer a hand basin in the downstairs loo. And why is there no longer a hand basin in the downstairs loo? Because someone in her infinite wisdom decided to use the toilet and basin which were coming out of the bathroom in the downstairs loo because they were so much nicer than what was already there. Except that, when it was offered up, the basin didn’t quite fit. So we’ve had to order a new one. More unplanned expense.
I give up. Onwards.
(*Historic England acknowledge that to install modern services in old buildings channels into walls can’t always be avoided, but they should be minimised. This is what we have done, using voids under floorboards or other means wherever it is feasible.)