SO, on Wednesday of last week, we got the bathtub refinished, it looked fabulous in all it's shiny new whiteness.......... (in a former life it was cream/beige)
But hold up, the baby shit brown paint, cream toilet & mock Gothic fittings (which looked like cock to begin with, which were now inducing mouth vomit even more frequently) remained.
NOTE: The decor was in place when we purchased the house & was not of my/our doing!!
Enough was enough, so Tattoo Man, Shakka n me headed off to Home Depot to purchase the necessary, paint, rollers, tape............. chocolate bars........
At this point work was due to commence on Tuesday, after Easter long weekend, when everyone else was back in school & the office!!
Oh how wrong was I??
We had hardly got through the door (Saturday am) when Tattoo Man started unwrapping & screwing !!!! Conjures up a bright pic don't you think!!
Of course being the anal bitch that I am I couldn't handle the mess & off to work I went, all brush, roller & white paint!! (He had planned that!!)
I am chief decorator in our house, since the spare room underpants happening in Kilmarnock. You REALLY had to be there!!
Did I tell you about my orange kitchen cabinets??? Well, not now, that's a whole different 8 week fuck up!
By end of play Saturday I had all the cutting in up to speed & one coat on most surfaces.
Sunday I was back at her. Shakka & Tattoo Man decided to go watch a movie at this point, leaving me to slog over the bathroom sink.
Coated in a fresh, gleaming coat of white, self priming, latex (what an absolute bastard to apply, but worth the results) paint, the job was almost complete.
Several hours went by whilst we waited for the top coat to dry & then off we went.
Drill & screwdriver in hand we successfully fitted the medicine cabinet quite quickly & with an ease that lured us into the biggest false sense of security, just in time for the electrical!!
Of course we were losing daylight by this point, but it had to be done....& NOW!!!
I'm thinking Tattoo Man had made a return visit to the hardware store at this point to purchase a white toilet, which was installed during the course of the afternoon, following his viewing of Monsters V Aliens!!
The first 'flash bang' occurred on the premier attempt to attach the light fitting. Just that one little bastard wire that had wiggled loose prior to switching the power back on. This wouldn't have happened had we realized the face plate was removable!!! I say we, I wasn't fitting this particular item, but I was in the room. That said, I would have read the instructions first!
Light fitting installed correctly, we trudged on to the switches. These turned out to be fiddly little fuckers, which once again provided us with a veritable fireworks display, resulting in a scorched (well, the size of a pin head) counter top & a case of the shakes & knocking knees for me.
Too close for comfort this time. An experience that almost proved the expression "I'm shitting myself" to be a truth, an absolute truth & nothing but the truth, mlud!!
I'm not sure how many trips to the basement to switch the power on/off had been made at this point, but it was too many, we had NO daylight & an outlet still to wire up.
Flashlights in hand we trudged on. Eventually12.10 am we wrapped up & patted ourselves on the back. All was fine & dandy. I had completed a 15 hour day, which had also included cooking supper & 2 loads of laundry & I was well & truly buggered, knacked, fucked!!
After a well deserved shower (the next morning, I didn't have the energy even to do that after all the palaver) I plugged in the hairdryer with the intention of styling my barnet.......but alas, we had wired the outlet wrong & it was not forthcoming with even the slightest amount of power!
Back to the drawing board for me then. At least this time I was able to see what I was doing, I had read the instructions & I wasn't so dog tired that I couldn't think!!
The end result is fabulous, even down to the Mike Holmes anal grout.
A bathroom worthy of any prospective purchaser. Of course it would have been put off even longer were we not selling & I would still be baulking at the baby shit brown!!
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