Now that I had finished painting the walls and ceilings it was time to hand the metaphorical baton back to David.
Whilst I swanned off to Bristol for a relaxing weekend with Mum, I left David putting his blood, sweat and tears into tiling the floor (bad wife). So I am afraid I cannot comment much on this particular task, other than to share my absolutely delight when I came home to find the bathroom floor beautifully tiled!
Considering David had no real experience in tiling, other than the small hearth in our bedroom, he did an amazing job! For all I know he actually hired a professional tiler and had the weekend off – it is that good!