With enormous relief, ripping out the bathroom was first on our agenda. We did have to shower in there for a couple of weeks – but there was no way H was going to bathe in that tub, so a little baby IKEA bath served us very well in the interim.
First things first, we had to get our hands dirty – tearing out the filthy blue carpet. I still cannot get my head around carpets in the bathroom, especially up the side of the bath.
It was revolting pulling it up, the thought of all those years of baths and showers and toilet use on the carpet. Shudder. The dust and debris and smell were repellent.
Once we had cleared the space it was time to call in the big guns. Fred and John – our plumbers – took a sledge hammer to that cast iron bath tub. Apparently that is the best way to remove it, meaning less risk of damaging the walls by trying to manoeuvre the whole thing down the staircase.
Just a couple of days later the old and tatty had been decimated. And the way paved for the new and beautiful and clean.