I've had lower back pain, almost my tail, for a few weeks with some days better than others. I hate toilets but couldn't delay the repair to one mounted on a low plinth. So, armed with gloves, mask, newspaper and various rags I set to. So far so good, toilet came off easily, it almost fell off really, great, I though, this shouldn't take long, but then. of course, the problems started. The plinth was made from a piece of marine ply which had delaminated and, again of course, the bottom layer had welded itself to a perfectly good tile underneath. Luckily I'm blessed with brute strength and ignorance so it was no match for me and a mixture of scary implements, despite the confined. I decided to use a tile rather than another piece of ply, so off I go to the tile shop. Of course they didn't have a tile in the size I wanted, no problem I thought, I have a tile cutter somewhere, so chose a bigger tile in the right colour. Returned home and dug out my, now very old, tile cutter. Unfortunately, it took one look at the tile and fell in a heap laughing. So, off to the tool shop I go to by a new one, ruing my decision not to use a bit of ply. Home again and opened the box only to find that the manufacturer had decided not to actually build the machine but merely a bunch of bits for me to assemble. 1 hour later and I was ready to attack the blessed tile which, in fairness, went without a hitch and it was installed relatively easily. But, now came re-installing the, back-to-wall, toilet and I swear that even if I had four arms I would struggle getting the waste pipe and flushing pipe back on and even when you think you've done it, you can never be sure until the first flush, done with great trepidation for fear of being left with a room full of nasty water. All okay so, patting myself on the back. I proceeded to do the silicone applications which I accomplished with only ruining my jeans, t-shirt, gloves and getting the damned stuff just about everywhere. Job done I spent an unhappy couple of hours cleaning up.
Now, given the confined space I'd been working in, I fully expected to wake up this morning with pain just about everywhere but, no, even my lower back pain had gone. So the moral of the story is if you have lower back pain, go and attack a toilet. 🤢