No disrespect to the previous owners, but the top-floor bathroom was left in a bit of a state. It wasn’t exactly a horror show, but it ticked all the usual boxes: mold in the grouting, a tired-looking shower hose that clearly needed replacing, limescale caked over every bit of chrome—you get the picture. I assumed the whole bathroom probably needed a full replacement. Swapping out individual parts felt either impossible or not worth the hassle, and I honestly couldn’t tell if the grime would ever come off. It was the kind of bathroom where you’d feel compelled to warn guests: “I inherited that—it’s on the list!”
Anyway, after six solid hours of scrubbing, scraping, and swearing, the transformation is pretty satisfying. It’s gone from something I was genuinely embarrassed by to something I’m actually proud of—especially knowing I put in the hard graft myself.
Dr Martin James 