The Joys of DIY

Well, this weekend, Svwn took on the monumental task of redo-ing our dilapidated bathroom floor with the help of our wonderful brother-in-law Robert. So far so good. (I say that here, because . . . well, you'll see).

Friday night after work, they tore up the bathroom floor. (This is the part where it stops being quite so good). Under the linoleum they discovered that the subfloor was all different thicknesses, and therefore different heights. Yikes- but still workable. Under the floor boards, they discovered that the sewer main was cracked, and leaking. And the toilet was improperly installed, and leaking. And the sink was improperly installed, and leaking. Not only this, but one of the joists was sawed 3/4 of the way through to run wiring for the chandelier in the breakfast nook. At this point, they girded their loins like the gallant heroes of old and pressed forward (since they were WELL past the point of no return).

By Saturday afternoon, they were getting ready to put the new sub-floor down when Robert got thirsty and headed down to the kitchen for a drink. (This is the part where it goes from bad, to worse). Arriving in the kitchen, he saw water pouring off the end of the above mentioned chandelier. Ohhhh joy. So, back up the stairs he trudged (actually, I imagine it was something quicker, more of a break- neck sprint) to find the problem. Lo and behold, the water main in the bathroom is now leaking. YUP.

At this point our brave heroes called the retreat, and are currently calling in the reinforcements. (A friend of ours, Kenny, came out to try and help Sven patch it, unsuccessfully).

So Sven is staying at a friends house, as our house has no water and no toilet.