Bathroom blues

Facebook’s timehop just threw up this memory from 2012

I got the "Ben come up here and see this" call a few minutes ago which never bodes well.

It is bath time. After leaving Ferretfingers alone for a while to wash himself, Fester has gone back into the bathroom to find him sitting it black gritty bathwater.

Not content with removing the edging tiles from the back of the bath (which I've stuck back numerous times) Ferretfingers has removed half a dozen tiles from beside the bath, the plaster behind them and the concrete, wood and bits of brick behind that.  

 I'm amazed he didn't get as far as the cavity wall insulation.

For once Fester was speechless (honest - no noise - no nothing).

Even when Ferretfingers looked at him and said "Ooh fetch Will Fixit".

I arrive to find himself trying to wash bits of building material down the plughole using a pint jug filled from the wash-handbasin tap.  We have a shower.  The head comes out of its holder so you can wash things down with it.  Only Dr 3 Degrees finds pushing the knob on the tap fitting too technical.  So guess who ends up sorting it out?

Doing up the bathroom was next on the list after the loft extension and decorating - but we'd prefer not to have it forced on us.