Our friend Steven refurbished the downstairs loo while we were away on holiday. You can probably make out the new water connection in the first photograph - £795 thank you very much - and the water meter disappeared into the garage.
At last - one room is finished - gorgeous isn't it? He's done a brilliant job and I could happily lock myself in there now and pretend the rest of the house wasn't happening. There's a slight problem with the cistern, which isn't attached to the wall and is still wobbling 12 hours later. Apparently these new toilets don't sit flush to the wall - all the Europeans are doing it, which presumably means they're all balanced precariously on the edge of their seats. Anyway, we're not European - we're British, and we Brits require more stable toilet arrangements than your averge Italian, so we'll have to find a solution. Until then, I'm not sitting on it.
As an added bonus, I notice the council has replaced the street lights while we've been away, which is ironic since I jokingly mentioned them to the planning officer as he was leaving last Thursday and asked whether the council might ever consider replacing them. The old one shone into our bedroom, the new one shines down onto the pavement, which is far more useful. I'm certain he had nothing to do with it - but it's the cherry on the cake.
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