Haha that seems to be how it goes, we were originally going to have a walk in shower and then:
No walk in shower possible as the boiler flue for the flat downstairs comes out our bathroom floor and external wall hidden under the bath because the builders who did the conversion into flats were cowboysâŚ
Errrm, not wanting to piss on your parade, but wonât that cause a problem when you come to sell?
It should be fine - itâll just limit the buyers to people that want to keep a bath rather than have a walk-in shower.
It is fixable, but the builders had other jobs and we didnât have the materials etc to get it fixed easily as it was a surprise, so decided to pivot to putting the bath in rather than look at moving it and talking to the downstairs neighbours (who rent it out)
Also Phil, who plumbed your fucking house - MC Escher?
First the lawn boreholes now thisâŚ
The house was part of the post war Communist era building boom.
Very common here. But they used what looks like the output from an office shredder dipped in silver paint coated in sand that was shown a bag of cement for the walls.
There have been 3 generations & 3 lots of plumbing, all done DIY. This is 1st time professionals have been involved. We found electric cables in Iron pipes with water inside.
The burst pipe was actually the O Ring on the 45 year old water meter.
The water pipes are the wrong diameter too small and there was no earth circuit.
Letâs just say building standards only came into being about 30 years ago!
Here is the main electric distribution panel.
The meter is below it.
The hole is from the water leaking down the pipe with the cable in!
And you are still alive, how?
Yeah especially with one foot in a bucket of water.
Itâs all those lightning strikes I took out on golf courses I guess
Mrs P_F is mixing cement.
Her & Bobski filled the wheelbarrow, he walked it to the door transposed it into buckets.
I dun managemint.
They are flying along now 
The Secret Lockdown Diary of Paul Taylor, aged 46 and 3/8ths
Gingora pops into the den this morning. âI am going to B&Mâ she says. âDo you need anything?â
âWe might need breadâ, I say. âHave a lookâ
âWeâve got bagelsâ, she said, going on to explain the general purpose of bagels.
âThank you for explaining the general purpose of bagelsâ, I say.
âCanât you ever keep anything in my head?â, she asks, affronted by my gratitude.
âI do love. Youâd be amazed. Iâve just done 3,000 words nowâ. Undeterred, the missus tells me that the bagels will be particularly valuable today as weâll be near loads of expensive restaurants and we wonât be hungry.
âThank you for explaining bagels in a geographically specific contextâ, I say.
Sheâs at B&M now, buying shovels, bin bags and lime.
I guess the first one will be too bent out of shape for digging?
Yeah, particularly because I called her to say this.
âCan you get dog food? If you get dog food, we can put some in the dogâs bowl. If we do that, the dog can eat the food. If that happens, the dog wonât die of starvationâ
She was not satisfied with my justification of explaining the general purpose of dog food.
You do realise youâll never winâŚ? 
Can someone make him a Sisyphus badge? âShort & Sisypheanâ
I did!
Just cost me my life savings & pension.
Condemned me to staying too long in the sandpit.
But I won.
Donât worry sheâll only need a small grave and the head comes off easily with a spade.
I empathise with @pap
4 weeks ago.
We looked at tiles & flooring.
& 3 weeks, & 2, & 1 and yeah. Again DIY stores on a Saturday
Looking at yeahâŚ
Chose them on day 1 but every trip what about this?
I now just say yes to everything.
Itâs hilarious.
27 combinations she has now
If the last three years has taught me anything Phil, itâs that you cannot put a price on freedom. 
