We’re still work­ing on the bath­room– the never end­ing bath­room.  You’d think that the small­est room in the house would be an easy job.  So the tub is back (after being out for a day and a half).  It came out almost as soon as I hit the pub­lish but­ton on my last post.  It’s back now but we can’t drain the water because the waste pipe is too short.  So ANOTHER trip to B&Q (Think Home Depot).  This evening we bought a tile cut­ter from Screw Fix– Wal descrip­tion of the place “like a shoe store for men”.  So I’m hop­ing and pray­ing that the bath­room is DONE this week­end but I’m not going to hold my breath (breathe? breath? breathe?!?! aaaargh!).  

Tomor­row the HIP inspec­tors are com­ing– YAY!  £200+ for 15 min­utes and we’ll get a cer­tifi­cate that will allow us to list our house for sale.  Yea verily! 

I’ve been out tak­ing tons of pho­tos of trees and blos­soms and naturey crap.  I’m look­ing to get some art­work up on the walls as part of get­ting the house ready for show­ing.  We’re get­ting a stor­age facil­ity (room? space?) and we are going to put EVERYTHING into stor­age.  I mean it’s all going.  I don’t want no stinkin’ fam­ily pic­tures on the wall. Books, book­shelves, toys (woooo boy are the toys going) and cloth­ing.  Actu­ally the clothes will be going to the char­ity shop.  We have a large 2 bed semi and I want the peo­ple view­ing the place to real­ize it.  It’s too small for 3 espe­cially when the newest third comes with some much crap!  I’m also think­ing about putting in new counter tops in the kitchen.  Then I think no we shouldn’t because the per­son who buys this house will most likely put in a new one.  

That is all folks. I’m cur­rently in DIY hell w/ a man who likes to tin­ker and make things as per­fect as pos­si­ble even though we won’t be liv­ing here.  OOOH you know what?  That board you’ve been obsess­ing about for 2 hours won’t be seen because it’s UNDER THE FECKING TUB!!  Aaaah!!  We’ve been bick­er­ing a bit but all in good fun.  I mean I HAVE to give him a hard time about his nit­pick­y­ness and he HAS to give me a hard time about my desire to just slap up any old piece of trash up as long as it looks good.  LOL so when­ever I give him sh!t he just reminds me that he has pride in his work.  Blah! Blah! Pride! Blah! Give me a break and just fin­ish the damn bathroom!