Monday 17 February 2014

The before's, durings and afters 3: The Bathroom


Our old bathroom was tiny with a tiny bath and a cracked sink. The bath needn't have been so small, as there was room for a larger one, but we're in France where the majority of men are less than six feet tall (182 cm) and don't need something half the size of an Olympic-sized swimming pool to bathe in.


We were tempted to retain the old bath as it was good and solid cast iron, but it was also stained and in awful condition, impossible to keep clean, bloody cold in the winter and meant I had to bathe with my knees round my ears. It had to go.

Then there was the front bedroom, which was huge - well compared to most English bedrooms it was. Our bedroom is on the same floor but over the kitchen, which is heated by the wood burning stove and remains quite a nice temperature thanks to the vent installed, but the front bedroom is over the shop, making it quite chilly during the colder months of the year.


We had considered using it as a spare room, but had discounted that idea when we discovered it was cold and more importantly, French house insurance rules state that rooms under 3 metres square (or 9 square metres), didn't count on the insurance and neither did bathrooms. 


By partitioning off the front bedroom and adding an extra door, we would then be able to create an office and a bathroom. Converting the existing bathroom into a toilet, meant that we would no longer have to wake up in the middle of the night and negotiate our way downstairs to take a leak either. It also meant that it fitted with French preferences to keep the bathroom and toilets separate.


During the work we were having done, the room got partitioned with a stud wall that created a room of just under 9 square metres on one side which we use as the office and a second, larger room, which was to be the new improved bathroom.


When the plumbing and electrics were all in place, our bath was installed in its cradle and made ready for us to create our new bathroom, although we weren't able to use the shower, as the bath stood against a plain plastered wall on one side and nothing at either end.

Getting the shower going soon became a priority!

We knew doing the bathroom was going to be a difficult job as we had already done a bathroom at our previous house; not necessarily difficult, but a lot of fiddly work, which had to be done in a specific order.

Here, we planned to panel the entire bath side of the room except the area around the bath, which we would tile, create an airing cupboard in the corner and a removable panel in front of the bath so that the plumbing could be accessed in emergencies.


As can be seen from the picture (right), a chimney stack runs up the corner of the room behind the bath and because we a) didn't want increase the cost of the work involved to remove it from top to bottom and b) didn't want the extra mess - of which there was already more than we knew what to do with, we elected to box that in.


This killed two birds with one stone as the odd shape of the room could be disguised behind the paneling, thus giving us a nice, straight appearance to the finished product.

So with the materials all purchased, we were ready to move forward and begin the task of taking the bathroom from something that was just off being a bomb site, to being the finished product.


I would like to say that the work all came out perfect, but as the person who did a lot of the work, I can say without any fear of contradiction, that it does have a little bit of 'character' here and there.


The house runs the gamut of angles and not being a professional, I did tend to get caught out every now and again.

Having said that though, I am well pleased with the results. As is Pen.

Left shows the new basin we had installed and the chimney is now hidden behind the false wall. I would like to have utilised the space and put some shelves in the paneling, but decided instead to keep it simple, which also kept the costs down. The tongued and grooved isn't cheap when you're covering such a large area.



The other side (right) contains the airing cupboard which is heated using a timed 120 watt tube heater that we bought on-line from a British company, as the French don't have anything like it. 


Tiling wasn't easy and if you were to look closely, you'd be able to see the fact that some tiles aren't quite in the right place. 

Again, it's down to lack of experience and abundance of 'let's get this finished and we can live with that'.

Regardless of my lack of precision, the whole thing is water tight and does exactly what it's supposed to. It also means that we can shower now, which is usually more preferable than bathing.




The floor was stripped and waxed to bring up the wonderful colour. I won't go into detail, but suffice it to say that Pen spent an age on her hands and knees removing the old varnish.


We should have used an industrial floor sander, but it would have meant having to use magic to prevent the entire house being covered in sawdust.

Whilst Pen's method took a while, it was a whole heap cleaner and the results speak for themselves.




Among Pen's many DIY skills, she's also a dab hand at wallpapering.


This was on offer at La Maison in Gorron, brings a wonderful texture to an otherwise boring wall and fits with the overall effect nicely.

Well done, Pen!

The table was the first time I got to use my biscuit jointer to take two lengths of wood and seamlessly join them together. Best tool I've ever bought that and good fun to use too.

The table leg was supposed to be used in the kitchen, but some miscalculations meant that it was no longer required. The idea to use it in the bathroom was marvelous and it fits really well. The table should have been twice its length, but upon seeing how long it would actually have been, it was decided that we'd keep it smaller. That's why the power points are to the left and not in the middle as planned.

Overall, we're dead chuffed with our new bathroom and since the airing cupboard has actually been proved to work, it's been well worth the wait.

Sunday 2 February 2014

The unofficial inspector of works ...

Biscuit is supposed to be on inspection duty here, but appears
to have seen something much more interesting
Our once dinky little cat, Biscuit, is growing, as cats - or kittens - do, and fast becoming more of what the French describe as a crapule or scoundrel.

He can't help it, it's his job.

He has a thing for feet - ours - and appears to take great delight in hiding under the bed while we're dressing or undressing only to leap out, grab us by the ankles and go for the toes.

Going to bed and getting up looks more like a fast-forward clip of Riverdance. Just call me Michael Flatfoot.

Aside from having a canny knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time - usually under those same feet he takes such delight in terrorising - he has many redeeming features ... and not just the fact that he's a very pretty cat.

Most notably, he loves to be 'helpful'.

His 'help' is often offered for sweeping the floor and dusting - especially when it comes to the sofa in the kitchen. Tying shoelaces is now much more, er ... interesting with Biscuit's 'help', as is filling in forms (of which there are no shortage. Well, this is France after all), using the computer and making the bed where he leaps under the duvet as it is being spread out and then goes mental.

He was obviously a supervisor in a previous existence and that is something he is very keen on doing. We have been informed by our French friends that he has become the 'Unofficial Inspector of  Works' - an apparently normal trade for a cat to take up.

In pursuance of this trade, he has taken to sitting on Pen's or my shoulders. He really seems to enjoy that Meerkat view from high above the ground and is happy to sit and watch what I or Pen are doing, offering little mewls of advice here and there as he supervises.

His 'helpful' noises (best described as 'proooooop', occasionally interspersed with short squeaks) were especially loud whilst sealing around the bath recently. I cannot tell you how much easier it was with him peering over my shoulder, offering sage advice in a language I couldn't even begin to understand, whilst I leant at full stretch over the bath. However, as I said, he does like to be 'helpful' and supervise.

I would have thought he'd have been paying more attention in the above picture as at the time, I was sanding down wood filler prior to waxing the door of the airing cupboard and needed to be particularly thorough or it would affect the colour of the wax after application. He'd been particularly vocal on other less important jobs, so his silence in this case was quite a surprise.

It's not just DIY jobs he likes to oversee, but cooking and other general housework too. He often sits on our shoulders as we wash up, make tea or coffee, prepare or cook food and many other tasks. About the only time he becomes otherwise entertained is when the washing machine is running. He seems convinced he can jump through the glass door to get to the washing itself and tries tirelessly to prove it.

We'd hate to tell him the truth and disappoint him.

The downside in Biscuit's apparent need to supervise, is his method for getting up on our shoulders to perform said task. This leaves a little to be desired and can be extremely painful to say the least. It seems that no matter how used to his method of getting to our shoulders we may have thought we were, he still catches us out - regularly.

I was reminded of this the other day while taking a leak. He clawed his way up the backs of my legs, up my posterior and almost pulled my sweats down, leaving deep red lacerations in the process. From there, he scrabbled up my back and on to my shoulder, where he sat, meowing loudly.

Of course I would have liked to have dissuaded him from using me as a human pin cushion at that precise moment, but could only grimace and try to maintain accuracy - not an easy task, I can tell you. I was forced to simply stand, unable to do anything about his impersonation of Sir Edmund Hillary, as my hands were otherwise engaged and my feet needed to stay precisely where they were too, for fairly obvious reasons.

Still, we'd much rather he did that than got up on the worktops and so I suppose, must be grateful for his help and other small mercies ...