I'm not ignoring you. I promise. We're kind of in the middle of some renovations and I'm finding myself doing a lot of pondering and measuring and purchasing and figuring-out and math. Yup. Math.
There you go. You're going to have nightmares now, aren't ya? Don't worry - that plastic/tuck tape get up in the bathtub is just temporary so we can continue to bathe while the rest of the work progresses (bathing in this 27C heat is a good thing...mandatory, even).
I've got about $300 worth of plumbing fittings and doodads in my car as we speak and there is another $500 worth of plumbing fixtures lying around the second floor, waiting for us to get off our duffs and get to work. 'Cept I'm AFEARED to start! AFEARED, I say!*
City Boy has a cold and I'm at work all week, so this ought to get interesting... If you don't hear from me for the next little bit, don't be concerned - I've just probably had a nervous breakdown and have moved out to the tent in the backyard, turning my back on modern society in the process.
*Did I mention that this is our only washroom? No other toilets in our house... Hence my fear. What if something explodes?