...Is being stripped, in preparation for the new bathroom that has been lying in bits in my spare room since The Peak of The Plague.
Job #1 is to remove the tiling.
Now, youtube videos show diverse diyers tap a tile with a hammer and bolster, and lift away the perfectly preserved tile, leaving the plasterboard in a near-virgin state beneath, ready for new tiles.
"This looks easy!"
The truth, of course, in my bathroom, is that every tile disintegrates, leaving sharp shards whizzing about the place, and the plasterboard, now exposed to the atmosphere for the first time in twenty-five years, crumbles like an old, dry pharoah to nothing but dust.
I see 'new plasterboard' has been added to my schedule in the next day or two.
"Well, that looks easy! Cut, and simply screw it to the studs!"
Ummm...there are no studs. Not yet, anyway. Just some pink insulation boards, loosely floating in front of the block-built internal walls. What the heck was holding my wall up? Just tiles?
Do I moved to Arizona, or fight on?
Andy, fighting on. Bath out tomorrow, new (ply) flooring down later. The current 'Weetabix' flooring is not fit for purpose.