New Plumbing

The first night we moved in I tried out the only shower on the first floor and nearly boiled/froze myself to death with it because the temperature oscillated about randomly without any input from the temperature control.  I gave up on that very quickly and since then R and I have been going down to the basement to use J’s shower.  Whilst J has been tolerant of this, you can see he is not keen on sharing his swanky walk-in power rainfall shower and fancy heated towel rail with the hoi-polloi.

So there are two bathrooms upstairs – or more accurately one bathroom and one shower room.  We had thought of putting in an en-suite, but it was not easily possible without destroying the layout of the rooms.  So we have been redoing the shower room with a new electric rainfall shower, and completely redoing the main bathroom with a “Victorian” bathroom suite and a thermostatic power shower.  Additionally, my bedroom had plumbing for a vanity unit so we have had one put in.

This has all been progressing for weeks now, and the end is in sight as the new electric shower was finished off this afternoon and the main bathroom is getting tiled and finished off this week.

So tonight I tried out the new shower and it was great; but no sooner was I well lathered up than the door bell went downstairs.  Then five minutes later (I like long showers) bugger me but the phone went.  Anyway, it was a delivery (at 8pm) and my Mum on the phone.

Apart from that, a pleasant day.  R is away in Sheffield and J and I sat out in the garden (no midgies!) and the cats wandered about munching grass for later vomiting.

The picture is of my new vanity unit and Saphy who five seconds earlier was actually in the basin.  It is not a good photo because I was taking it lying in bed.

The irony of all of this of course, is that in 1854 when the house was built there would not have been an upstairs bathroom at all – it is unlikely that one would have been installed before the 1870s.