Okay, so there’s clearly a problem when the damp in your bathroom wall starts blistering and crumbling the plaster and paint right off. You call in people to find the source of the trouble, and then pay them to fix it.
Our old standbys, Andre and Coralee-Ann, came to the rescue. The shower floor had a crack in it plus the sealer round the edges had worn off – basically, every time I showered, I was causing more water to be sucked up into the wall. The solution was to rebuild the shower floor, and scrape down, replaster, re-tile and repaint the walls.
The work was finished yesterday, but not before I had woken up the night before to use the bathroom, didn’t bother to switch the light on, staggered around in the dark on my way back to bed trying to avoid the linen basket and the towel box and other things that had been temporarily moved, misjudged where the bed ended and so threw myself like a sack of butternuts into the narrow space between the bed and the displaced bathroom stuff. I cracked both knees, one arm and my head in the fall. It was a very rude shock to my system, especially at 2.30am. When I realised I hadn’t actually broken anything, I heaved myself up and into the bed proper. I lay there cosily thinking how lucky I was to have gotten away with just some bruises and that now would be a good time to embrace sleep again, when one of the cats lurched in and proceeded to vomit copiously all over the carpet. A metre away from me. Twice.
I guess not every night is bound to be peaceful and restorative…
Nice piece of work 
Ouch, Jill, very glad nothing was broken. On the positive side, luckily you were safely off the floor before the cat puke could splash onto you. Your shower looks so bright and happy.
Yes! The main thing I felt was foolish…..but I was laughing when I wrote all this down :)
Look on the bright side. You could have thrown yourself onto the cat, ending up with severe lacerations *and* the puke that would undoubtedly have squirted out of the unfortunate creature. Remind me not to read your posts when I’m trying to eat yoghurt and honey. I got it up my nose with all the laughing…
Glad you didn’t break anything. Hope the bruises don’t last long. I thought the base of the shower was very ‘you’!
It is, it’s turned out really well. And I had no part in it – was busy sewing, so just handed Coralee-Ann a few boxes of tiles from my old mosaic days and said Do what you want. :)
Ouch!!!
Ja!
Clearly you need a bigger bed… and sick bags for the cat!
Is that beautiful mosaic the new shower base? It is fab.
Yes it is. The old shower floor was fibreglass, so this new one has been built out of cement (concrete?). It looks even better now that it is finished :) and today I was able to enjoy my first shower in it.
Hurrah! I hope the water stays exactly where it is supposed to from now on.
I love the colorful tile on the shower floor but I must admit, that’s the tiniest shower I have ever seen. Some nights are not meant for good sleep but that one sounds like the worst kind. Glad to hear you broke nothing more than your pride. Poor cat, why are they up in the middle of the night anyway? I have to have my way lighted all the time now. After Bells Palsy hit, I can’t find up in the dark. I have small lights on everywhere now. That fall could have been cat-astrophic. ;)
The cats are often up in the night, and the dog sometimes paces up and down a bit as well. Is this unusual? I have no idea, I’m used to them now! This is a standard size shower here, and fits two people quite comfortably ;)
Maybe it’s the photographic trick of they eye. As long as the shower fits 2 all is well. ;)
Oh good grief, what a night! I hope both you and the cat are feeling better. And that you have a lovely new bathroom!
Thanks! All sorted now :)
I love the mosaic
Well that was a right fix you got yourself into! Sorrry but I did chuckle. Hope you are getting over the trauma and enjoying your shower.
And all because I thought switching the light on would cause my brain to “wake up” again…
Oh no, I hope you’re okay! What a night
Absolutely fine, thanks :) Took a little nap the next day to make up for it…..;)
Ouch and double ouch! Glad you are still in one piece, bruised but not broken ~ the indignity of being woken by the cat vomiting not once, but twice stirs great sympathy, having had my dog do just that a couple of nights ago on my bed and on hubbys foot (which was out of the bed clothes). Hoping you are okay today and managed to catch some z’s too xxx
Definitely survived well, except for a purple bruised knee!