De-tiling

Today, Herself has been very brave, and let me loose in the bathroom with a hammer and cold chisel. Normally this would be filed under “Exceptionally Stupid”, but for once today was more about destruction than creation.

You see, over the next few days, we’re getting a new bathroom suite installed – bath, basin, and bog, all new and re-done. And then when that’s done, we (by which I mean primarily Herself, as I’m bobbins at it) will be re-tiling the bathroom. Which, of course, all combines to mean that we need to remove all the tiles from the bathroom walls. Yes, that’s a job for Mr Destructive, plus the hammer and cold chisel.

All told it took about 90 minutes to lay waste to the room. Which was pretty much what I’d predicted. I’ve come out of it fairly well, just a bundle of scratches from ceramic chips accelerating out of their parent tiles and embedding themselves in me at high speed. Oh, and a shitload of scraped knuckles where they’ve rammed into plaster, or into sharp tile edges. And one mysterious bruise in the middle of the back of my hand – not quite sure how that one got there, as I’d have noticed whacking my own hand with the hammer. I know, I’ve done it before. Hey, I’ve never even attempted to make out that I’m actually at all practical.

More impressive, though, is the fact that I’ve managed to not break anything that shouldn’t have been broken, the shower unit is still on the wall, and there’s no extra holes in the wall that shouldn’t be there.

All told, really a quite successful day.