As some of you know we moved in to our smaller house in June this year. Had a great deal of help from friends and family to get it how we wanted it. The previous people liked vibrant colours but they were a tad to vibrant for our eyes. so we mellowed it all down throughout.
Only a few things left on the list one of which was replace the bath panel that was looking very tired. so found one that we both liked not over stated and after all was only hiding the pipes and legs. The old one was lipped under the bath and had 2 screws with a large silver washer on each securing the bottom and looked very crude.
Wife goes off to work and I muster my self to get the job done. Cushions laid on the floor so I do not cripple my knees and remove the ugly screws. pick out the sealant and wrench the thing out. Quick look and realise I need my chisels to make the panel look better behind the skirting board and a some paint for the wall as the new panel is a slightly flatter. So with the finesse of a walrus on the beach I get off the floor go downstairs go to the shed get my chisels and the paint. Back up the wooden hill get my breathing in order and assume the walrus position mark out the skirting thinking how much better it will look fitted this way. Now all I need is my Hammer? My hammer in the shed still! I am perfecting the getting upright by a smidge! In the Shed hammer in hand logic part of brain kicks in "anything else" So I am talking to my shelf in the shed the list of things I have and what I need to complete this task "No" good to go close the shed door "Paint Roller" Hammer and Roller in hand back up the higher wooden hill. Sat on my chair to get the breath back again. Determined to finish this off I am sitting on the bathroom floor shaping the end of the skirting to fit flush with the panel. all done bar the puffing and panting so reposition the bottom wooden brace realise that my cunning plan has made more work! The wooden bath supporting blocks need to be reduced so I can make the panel flush! with a very numb bum by this time I am banging away some more wood and support ready to be fixed. I deserve a coffee now so I have now become a beached whale trying to stand but the draw of a hot drink wins the day.
End stage? Fit the panel? Put the top in the upper lip under the bath and slide in position fits at that end exactly as I wanted! So as I move along to the other end realise it is not going to play fair. It is 9mm to long for my bath and 8mm to high reducing to nothing half way. Out comes my strong Stanley knife ( other knives are available) and score my way though and snap it off a little grunt and groan and it is fitted. Well almost I am not going to use the screw and ugly washer to fix the base but need some mirror screws to finish it off (next job) I crawled into the bedroom /computer room and slumped in my chair. I popped my oxymeter on and I was 124 HR 81% O2 thinking not another one of these EVER! This morning I have awoken with pains in muscles I did not know I had!
Job number 1025 Tick
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