We did the tip run this morning which was a bit of a game as the car with bath on the roof rack was too high for the height restriction. We could not have asked a less helpful person, who said he could not hold the signage up for us to go through, nor could we take the bath off and walk it through (apparently it has to come in on a car or a van), but he did helpfully suggest we took it off the roof, drove the car in and then put it back on.
Sod that, for the sake of four inches, I pointed out that the sign was on chains, and if we drove carefully, the bath would nudge it out of the way to let us through. He said it would get stuck, I said it wouldn’t as it was swinging, so he agreed we could try. It worked and we were in. An angry Hubby turned into the incredible hulk and carried the bath single handed over to the relevant bay and threw it in.
The day sort of spiralled downhill after that.
We got home and I started lunch while Hubby got organised to begin de-tiling the bathroom. Whatever they stuck the tiles on with is damn impressive, and Hubby’s original plan of breaking the grouting and then levering the tiles off was a definite no-no.
The room filled with dust so we had to think again and Hubby set the fan up at the bathroom window to disperse it, I turned off the heating and opened the front door and kitchen window, keeping everything else closed.
I did some washing which was put on the line outside as it was quite a nice day.
Hubby found his overalls and suggested I went round with the dog to see our friend and take her the third portion of my spaghetti bolognese. This was a good call as there was nothing I could do and he was getting exasperated, so best for me to be out the way.
I had a nice couple of hours chatting over tea and she was looking forward to her dinner as she hadn’t prepared anything. I walked Maya round the block on the way home and when I got in, Hubby was clearing up.
We’d had a couple of showers this afternoon, so the washing on the line was damp again. I washed what was in the bag and after a much needed cuppa and a break, he took the lot up to the launderette.
Sadly, no tiles could be saved, but he’s done very well and most of them are now off the wall. With about seven left, it will then be a case of getting the old adhesive off which I may be able to help with.
We’d allowed two days to get the tiles off, so are still on schedule.
It’s an utter pain removing tiles. We ripped up 50m2 of slate. The mess was terrible and we only made a drill and a flat blade 😊
It is harder than we anticipated, but we’ll get there. I hope we don’t have to re-plaster too much of the wall.
Replastering is easier, especially if you’re going to tile over the top
Fingers crossed you fare better than we did 💜💜
I rooting for you 💜
Thanks. Hubby is doing a grand job.
I did expect nothing less 💜
If you have to replaster bits, I’d suggest looking into how adding a something like WeldBond glue (only takes a small amount) is used to improve the waterproofing effect.
Thanks Cage. Hubby is adding PVA which is a similar thing.
It’s a tough project to do on your own. All the best Di
Thanks Sadje. Needs must, and we replaced the bath with a shower in one of our other properties. We were able to find a contrast for the tiles though, but this time no such luck.
We did that a few years ago. We have put in a glass sliding door in between so the difference in color, texture and size doesn’t hits the eyes immediately.
This one will have a glass enclosure and the tiles will differ to the rest of the room, but all be the same in the shower itself.
Can’t wait to see the results.
Neither can I!!!
That was such a trial with the tip run. I can see how your husband had his adrenalin pumping to carry the tub all by himself! Hulk indeed! Then he probably did a “Hulk smash” on the tiles….
I think that was why he wanted me out of the way so that he could let rip. I don’t blame him.
That person who couldn’t hold the signage etc. is known as a jobs comforter (a person who adds to someone else’s distress while pretending to be sympathetic).
He was a tiresome A-hole who could have been more accommodating.
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