This week we have been traumatised by the tilers. First of all it took 2 days for them to chip off the crappy tiling in the downstairs bathroom. The phrase 'Chip Off' does not do justice to the amount of DUST and NOISE which we have had to endure. The poor Froonchen spent most of Friday looking like she was having an epileptic fit whilst sleeping because she jumped everytime there was a loud bang. Obviously the in-utero building site experience had held her in good stead, as she didn't actually wake up that often.
Now that the old tiles are off, it means more tile shopping is required. Unfortunately both Hermann and I like the really expensive tiles - perhaps a bit unnecessary in the downstairs loo as this is where Hermann stores his mountain bike and tools. There is usually a machete and an axe kicking around there too (burglars beware). Much debate later - OK, I had a strop because I wasn't allowed the really really really expensive trendy black and grey mosaic tiles - Hermann is going back to Tile Africa to buy the same (boring) tiles as we have upstairs.
The kitchen is also getting tiled which means that it is now a no-go zone. Any excuse to go out for lunch. We decided to go Portugese and as you can see, there is finally a restaurant that recognises Hermann's need for a bib
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