Shroom 2 (actually, 5 and counting)

Another bathside mushroom yesterday morning. At 9am, as I was leaving for work, it was just a little nubbin:

By 9pm, when I got home, it was like this:

And that's a pretty slow growth pattern compared to the other guys. The work I did on Sunday must have reduced the amount of damp in the general vicinity, but clearly it's still enough. Sigh.

A dark day for silverfish

I rolled up my sleeves and got stuck into my bathroom today. After my mushroom discovery yesterday, I decided I couldn't play the ostrich any longer. The time had come to break down the rest of the tiled bath front and investigate what lay behind...

And the answer was: silverfish and rubble. Lots and lots of silverfish, lots and lots of rubble. The silverfish did what they could to scarper - and generally did it very well, in classic hectic silverfish style - and I took care of most of the rubble. I must have hauled about 12kg down to the bins in a selection of unobtrusive, "this is normal domestic waste" plastic bags. It was pretty hard to smash the tile and chipboard combo that had been put in front of the bath, but I got there in the end thanks to my new hammer and my trusty screwdriver.

This evening, I went back for another look - I knew there was still some rotten wood in the area and I couldn't resist. I spent another merry half-hour prising wood out of the wall, steadfastly ignoring the little voice that was telling me it maybe wasn't such a great idea to be digging the guts out of my wall. The result? Much better. There's now clear daylight between my bathroom and my kitchen, but I think I've got rid of 90% of the rotten wood (the stuff that didn't immediately turn into powder was as light as paper) and, even better, it looks like the wood was just a frame around the useless ventilation panel and not a wood frame for the wall itself.

My bath as it's appeared for the last month, complete with attractive damp patch:

Halfway through the demolition. Along the bottom, where it had been damp, the chipboard was like paper. Along the top, it was sturdy enough that I thought it might beat me.

Yay! All done. This is all that remained of the wooden post which was meant to be supporting the bath. The bottom had completely rotted away - same story on the other side.

And here's the bit of wood which the back-right leg of the bathtub was resting on. They managed to prop the other legs up on mounds of cement and broken tile and the like (as can be seen in the background) but this leg? nah, bit of wood'll do. I'm guessing this is the real culprit in the whole affair. The bath has dropped around 1cm at some point, probably because this bit of wood rotted, and that must have put stress on the pipes and created the leak fiesta I'm now dealing with...

My kitchen wall, as it's been since Mr Kitten cleared away the dead skirting board and knocked this hole in the wall by removing tiles from the bath front:

And my kitchen wall as it is tonight. I can remember when that was rotten wood, as far as the eye could see...

Shroom!

Ow. Just discovered another mushroom, under the bath by the kitchen wall this time. Here's the bad boy in all his glory:

Not bad, seeing as he wasn't there this time last night.

And here are a couple of glam photos of my bath. I updated my leak-capture system on Wednesday night (this is the old one - I now have a tray/pizza-tray combo on the go) and am catching more water than ever. Still don't think I'm managing to catch it all though.

One day, this will all be a memory...

Korean windows

The table is finished! Well, almost. I finished all the sanding and waxing and screwing last Saturday night at about 1am but still haven't tracked down the glass for the top. I went into Mr. Bricolage yesterday morning to get some cut only to be told that I should use safety glass and that it's only available on order. Fingers crossed for next weekend.















This is where things stand at the moment. No bad, huh? I'm pretty pleased. It's very stable and it scoots around quite happily on its little castors. The legs are just pine and were super-white when they started but three layers of coloured wax have done the trick - they're still a little lighter than I would have liked but the difference is barely noticeable in daylight and the windows themselves are made of at least two, if not three, kinds of wood anyway.

Today, it was sewing. I inherited a pair of old white(ish) muslim curtains from a friend and finally set to doing some much-needed repairs. Several buckets of soap and water, some new tabs and an attempt at ironing later (the plug doesn't fit properly in my ancient sockets and I realised after a few minutes that the metal connections were so loose that they were blackening and starting to burn - time to unplug, learn to love the wrinkles and obsessively check the wall for burning for the next few hours), they were good to go. The new tabs at the left are cream rather than white but I figured making them a bit ugly was a good tactic for making sure I replace them reasonably quickly.
In the meantime, the bathroom trauma continues....

Photo op

My camera was finally delivered today. The day was a big ol' exercise in delayed gratification, but I finally got home around eight and opened it up. It's beeeootiful - black and shiny metal and the very epitome of sleek. The battery's busy charging but should be finished by the time I've ploughed through the instructions. Can't wait to play!

Wax on, wax off

I've had such a grand week, even with the teeth and cheek situation. (Visited the dentist today - the inflated cheek is, in fact, an inflated cheek. I blew my nose VERY GENTLY after my post-op lunch of yogurt and apple purée and my right cheek suddenly flooded with something liquidy, to the extent that when I gave it a gentle squeeze, whatever fluid it was came out of my eye. Nice: the mind turns to blood, gunge, apple purée... what's going on in there? Anyway,the rest of the swelling has gone down and I'm feeling very chipper but I was starting to wonder if my cheek might be infected, hence the dentist. Turns out the root of my wisdom tooth had grown into my sinus canal (ooh, nice again) so when I blew my nose, all the air took a short cut through the opening in my sinus and blew up my cheek. I didn't know I had space in my cheek for extra air supplies but, apparently, I do. Just got to wait for it to disperse.)
In the meantime, visits from another two contractors, more progress on the table-windows, might have managed to buy myself a little camera, and definitely managed to buy myself a little gardenia, which is sitting beside me smelling awfully nice.

A whole week to think

I have the luxury of a whole week off work. An enormously swollen cheek and cute little black eye, accompanied by occasional nose bleeds (all four wisdom teeth out yesterday morning) is a small price to pay.

I'm taking advantage of my housebound status to finish waxing the Korean windows which are all set to become a coffee table as soon as I find a good leg solution and to do some thinking about colours. I'm going to have to make colour decisions about the bathroom pretty soon.

At the moment, the floor is dark grey marble-effect tiles and everything else is turquoise. We're talking floor-to-ceiling, surround-sound, ovalish tiles in deep-sea turquoise, set off by a turquoise door. It's an indoor bathroom too, so there isn't even a window to remind you that you're not twenty-thousand leagues under the sea.

Clearly, I'm going to be taking a break from that particular shade of blue. White tiles around the bath are in. For the moment. Floor will be... um? Untiled bits of wall will be... er? I'm on a bit of a beige vibe at the moment but by tomorrow I'll probably be back to green.

Make my mind up time is on its way, however. Another contractor came round today to give me a quote on the plumbing and electrical work that needs done and the third company is coming tomorrow morning. Once I've got the quotes in from them and the charming Mr Kitten - who came a couple of weeks ago but has still to send his doubtless terrifying quote - it'll be time to go cap-in-hand to the bank and get started as soon as possible. Even taking short showers I'm having to empty about half a litre of water from the leak under the plughole, and that clearly isn't the only leak on the go as the raggedy concrete under the bath is still wet and getting wetter. Oh, and mushroom number three popped up today - just time to say hello to the contractor before he got his marching orders and disappeared binwards.