Our bathroom is getting refurbished. Stripped back to the brickwork. Hottest week of the year – what were we thinking? Dust everywhere. No door. Toilet is at least still insitu but I have to say that the image of Bman sat butt naked on the loo, like a Bottecelli angel taking a shit, isn’t for everyone. Am thinking of replacing the door with a string curtain made entirely from those air freshening Magic Trees you see in taxis.
It’s going to be a testing time for the next week but it’ll be worth it in the end. At least I’m not 7 months pregnant like last time it was done. Had to go for a wee every 20 minutes in a bucket in the shed! At one point, the door blew open and I was revealed in all my rotund splendour to the neighbours.! Also a sight not to everyone’s tastes.
I’ve fired up the solar powered camping shower to hang from a tree in the garden but I can’t see the childerbeast going for it. They may have to resort to using the bathrooms at school. I’ve already warned my next door neighbour but one that I may be round on Friday morning for a shit and a shower. Not sure that was what Brendon Cox had in mind for his concept of a neighbourly get together, but nothing breaks the ice like rocking up on the doorstep with a loo roll in one hand and a newspaper in the other, wearing nothing but a bath towel and a smile!
Ciao Ciao Xx