What a difference a week makes. The bath and sink are outside awaiting collection by the council; the bathroom is stripped back to the plaster awaiting tiling, en suite number one is plastered and ready for tiling, en suite number 2 was created today – all the studding went in, double boarded, fire and so and insulated. Unfortunately the plasterer is on holiday for 10 days so we’ll have a wait till that one is progressed.
It’s beginning to feel real now. We bought a ton of tiles on Thursday and by sheer coincidence got a great deal in showers in the tile shop. The two showers we’d bought in Junction 2 Interiors were not ordered in time and they offered us replacements, which when I checked on the web were up to £150 cheaper than they were charging us (199.95 on the web J2 charging us £350). So I cancelled and found in this tile shop in Kingswinford 3 showroom models ranging from £900 to £1200. It was one of those moments where both parties got what they wanted. The owners had been unable to sell them and were having the display removed at the weekend. We were lucky. We got 3 shower cubicles and trays originally priced at £3000 for £800. This went some way to compensate for the fact that the stud walls are more than double our budget (£900 instead of £400)
It felt last week like the project had taken over our lives. I kept sneezing and being fluey until I realized that I was reacting to dust. Once I started to wear a mask things improved – there is so much dust in the house old stuff and the new stuff being created with every job – especially the carpentry materials and all the sawdust. I didn’t quite take to bed this week but was generally on a go slow. Performing in the Birmingham Book Festival on Thursday night was touch and go but I made it. My partner was so tired he didn’t come – strange not having him there to do the filming or to mike me up for recording. So – I have no means of reviewing my performance. I’ll have to rely on what I’ve been told by others – that they really enjoyed my pieces.
Andrew took the day off today to go walking with his group. I hope it’s cleared some of the cobwebs out of his head and left him feeling a little less stressed. It’s been a long day. It’s now 12.30 a.m. and I can barely keep my eyes open.