My bathroom: A tribute

During the early years of my UC, in my late teens when I was in halls of residence at university, then in my twenties when I was in various rented shared flats, I used to dream of my perfect bathroom.

In my mind my perfect bathroom was private, only used by me, with soundproofing so nobody outside could hear what was going on. It would be a wet room so I could strip off to douse myself, and whatever clothes I had soiled, in hot clean water and lashings of fragrant soap. It would have dozens of scented candles, shelves stacked with books and magazines of the variety that are easy to dip in and out of. Never a television though; too intrusive and distracting. Above all it would be clean and luxurious with shining taps and plush white towels, a large shower with all kinds of spray settings, and a deep bath with a ready supply of Lush bath bombs. There would be a holder for my mobile phone (I have done a lot of texting from the toilet over the years) and a mini fridge stocked with plenty of fizzy water and squash...and possibly wine for when the going gets really bad.

This is what I dreamt of during my last bad flare up, when I was stuck at home with a bombsite for a bathroom, before the renovation, when spiders ruled and there was a hole in the roof. That was over a year ago though, this month we paid the last payment on our bathroom and the transformation is now complete. It may not be a wetroom, and there's no mini fridge stocked with drinks, but I think you'll agree the improvement is pretty impressive:

Before

Holes in the roof:


We had to have struts to hold up the roof when the chimney was taken out:


Hubby on demolition day:


This is pretty much how it looked throughout my flare-up last year, nice huh?


Today!

Ta daaaaa!


Lovely big bath (above) and a gleaming shower (below)...


...and not a hole in sight! Even the majority of the spiders have moved out.



Bliss.