Of course, the refurbishment of this room was a precursor to the main event: the creation of a new bathroom and en-suite. This was to begin in the New Year. So it shouldn't have come as a surprise when, at 9am on Wednesday 2 January, the bathroom people rang up to say our fitter would be with us in an hour to start on the main bathroom. Dougie had gone to work, Rory was fast asleep and I was still in my dressing gown. Had we done any clearing or sorting of the bathroom in preparation for their arrival? No. Did I think we had a few days to do this, as they probably wouldn't be starting until Monday 7th? Yes. Did I panic? Yes.
I can't quite believe it but, in under an hour, I managed to get showered, dressed, hoist Rory out of bed and then completely empty the bathroom. I found some old boxes and threw everything from all the cupboards and drawers into them - medicines, shampoos, a mountain of half-used Lynx cans, sheets and towels from the airing cupboard, a chair, ornaments from the window-sill, the whole lot was deposited in the spare room. There were several boxes looking just like the one below:
Unfortunately, as I was running around like a madwoman, I neglected to photograph or video the empty bathroom so you, dear readers, would have the benefit of a before and after shot, as you did with the infamous kitchen update of 2011. I can tell you, however, that the bathroom, having been installed about 15 years ago, was in need of an update. The showers were leaking and mastic-ed up to the hilt, the bidet was cracked as I'd dropped a tap on it (don't ask) and we were having an ongoing battle with limescale and mouldy bits. Plus it was blue. I've gone off blue. Bit cold for a bathroom, although probably all the rage in the 1990s.
On Thursday I did manage to take some photos and it looks something like this now:
I reckon we have a few more weeks of this to come. Am girding my loins.