With the floor painted in a much lighter colour than before, the sittingroom looked bright and cheery, and I was really pleased with it.

But Jan was away a lot with their newly won project, and just never got so far as to fix my pipes, and I was later quite disheartened, as there was no water in the bathroom, except for the toilet.

So one morning when I was again carrying water down to take a bath, I decided that I had enough, and would rejoin the water pipes myself, and shift the washing machine, and fix the brackets on the wall for the hand basin.

I had a good look at where and how, but as I did not have the right tools I had to ask Jan for his, and he was a bitty embarrassed, and told me that he would just finish a telephonic meeting with the clients, and then he would definitily come over and do it. I told him that I had a good look, and I was quite sure that I could do it myself, but he was adamant. I knew how busy he was at the moment, but on reflection, and remembering when I had put the gadget for the washing machine's connection in, with the plentifull runs up and down to close the main supply, when the thing kept on jumping off, so I said yes gracefully, and went back to wait. 

While waiting, and trying to re-arrange the furniture to a practical state, I got a brilliant idea. I had an old washing table from Irma when they moved, and had a bowl and beaker that I had made in pottery class years ago on it, and trying to find a space for it, I was hit by the most brilliant idea. Instead of fixing the brackets for the basin, I tried the basin into the hole of the little table, and voila, it was a perfect fit!

Jan was also impressed with this, as I would have struggled to fit everything in nicely and practically, and I wouldn't have liked to get rid of the antique little table, as I loved it so much.
He later came over with his tools, and it took him the whole afternoon to sort everything out, and connect the pipes.
It was wonderful to have water in my bathroom again, and that night I lay for a long time in a bubble bath, just my eyes and nose sticking out. The bath is very old, and very green, and very ugly, but it was the longest bath I had ever had a bath in, and as I am tall, I kept it, closing my eyes to the colour. But I had mixed the same kind of green and applied touches of that colour to the floor, and painted the bottom part of the wall in it, and now it doesn't look quite so bad!
but the washing machine was still to be positioned and the drain pipe connected, but at least there was movement, and I could shower or bath again.