Well, the house Iain and I are renting has a shower that closely resembles someone spitting on you or pouring a small glass of water on your head. It's awful. But we don't want to alert our landlord because he'll have to come over, and as soon as he sees the bare walls, empty shelves, and room full of boxes, he'll get suspicious. We also don't want to him to come by during the day when we aren't there - we don't want him to scare the kitties. Paranoid perhaps. The only plus of having this horrendous pipe-with-trickling-water is that it motivates me to go to the gym every morning and use their showers. Iain isn't so lucky.
But the tub faucet works, so we're going to buy one of those plastic hose attachments and "shower" that way. We may even take a page from Shelby and Tim's bathroom renovation book and get a plastic milk crate to sit on in the tub while washing. Klassy!
But the EXCELLENT news is that we may have received the thumbs up from the local council! This means our builder can continue working, and hopefully we'll be moved in by New Year's!
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