When we moved into this house, the bathroom was high on the list of 'must gos': A 40-year-old avocado bathroom suite, cracking floral tiles floor-to ceiling, ceiling paper hanging down in fronds, the ceiling barely able to support the downlighters I'd had installed during initial rewire. Most vile of all, the toilet waste was encrusted with limescale which meant it blocked on a weekly basis. Experience has taught me that the only equipment that would help unblock it was a pair of rubber gloves and, also, that manual evacuation of the toilet is, exclusively, a 'man's job'. Or so it seems.
But it wasn't worth doing anything about it until we had a spare bathroom, which was on the cards too. So we've only just done something about it.
Before. Really, quite ghastly. Even the panels on the side of the bath were missing, because I accidentally threw them out:
Jacek is the Lublin Bathroom King. Started with a dust-ridden, wonky husk of a room, squared it all up, plastered, raised the floor, boarded the ceiling, wired in underfloor heating, installed extractor...