The End Of Our En-Suite Saga Saga ……

What can I say? It’s been emotional ……but it appears that our en-suite saga saga is finally over.  The leaking waste leaks no longer, the doors and bottom panel have been refitted and, in turn, I felt it would be a good time to assemble and put up the new shower caddies that have been put away, unopened, in the cupboard for far too long.

And yes, Darrell and I have both availed ourselves of all it’s en-suite delights.  I have to admit though to not being able to fully surrender and luxuriate in its pleasures,  it’s been a long rollercoaster ride and I am still a little wary that something might just bite me on the bum if I finally allow myself to chill. However, Darrell dived right on in there and announced that his David Beckham “Homme” had never felt or smelt quite so invigorating!  What is he like?

When he’d done with all his pampering Darrell started to put all the decorative frou frou back in its rightful place, although he says, in time, he wants to make one or two subtle changes …….

…… which was when I asked him if he still had the floor tile he had ordered and so loving caressed all those weeks ago  …..

……. as I had made the momentous decision ……. since the flooring had taken such a pounding in having so many people working in such a confined space it really should be replaced ….. and while we were at it ….. the main bathroom might as well be done at the same time as it owed us nothing.  It then became emotional.  Darrell’s tile was bought out from under his bed and tenderly stroked yet again, a phone call was made, swiftly followed by Darrell ripping up the original flooring with great gusto.

I am just praying that all bodes well for this next development.  I could very well be tempted to a self imposed exile in Exmouth like Nigel, but as I have made it this far, what’s an added  bit of screeing and laying ……… ??????