10 April 2014
The Farrow & Ball paint arrived at Tom's on Tuesday without a hiccup. Phew.
Charles has been in touch several times in the last couple of days, describing his limited success in finding the sanitaryware we chose last summer - some of it is out of stock or discontinued - and so we will have to hit the mega stores in Brive on Good Friday (not a holiday in France) or Easter Saturday, to find replacements. Ah well.
We gather that this week, the placement of the bath and basin water supply/drainage upstairs becomes critical, since the flooring is going down as I type. There have been some last-minute adjustments to the guesstimates that we were working from, since now at least Charles and Tom have the advantage of being able to stand in the room and see the space available. G and I had spent a comical evening many weeks ago now, trying to mock-up the relationship between the bath (of unknown height) and the sloping ceiling such that getting in and out of the bath would be possible without cowering. Picture us - one holding the tape measure at an angle in mid-air; the other climbing fully clothed in and out and in and out and in and out of the bath, trying to demonstrate a spectrum of bath user-friendliness. A bit like having to work out two unknown angles of a triangle knowing only that you must. And that you really hate geometry.
But I digress.
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