That paint sample looked absolutely dreadful when I held it up to the bathroom window. I mean, properly awful – like someone had mixed concrete dust with disappointment and called…
I was balanced on a wonky stepladder, scraping off what looked like twenty years’ worth of grout stains, when my neighbour Claire knocked on the door. She’d popped round to…
You know that moment when you’re trying to get ready in a tiny bathroom and the door keeps getting in your way? I lived that nightmare for months in our…
I was round at my mate Sarah’s house last month, and she directed me to use the downstairs loo. The moment I stepped inside, I felt like I’d been swallowed…
I’ll be honest – I used to think people who painted their bathrooms black were either incredibly brave or slightly unhinged. Then I walked into my friend Sarah’s ensuite last…
I spent three months basically doing my makeup in the dark, and I’m not being dramatic. Well, maybe a little dramatic, but seriously – the lighting situation above our bathroom…
Right, so I was having my morning coffee about six months ago when I properly looked at our downstairs loo for the first time in ages, and honestly? I felt…
Standing in our downstairs loo last Tuesday morning – you know, the tiny space under the stairs that barely fits a toilet and sink – I had this weird moment…
The water damage behind our bathroom sink had reached the point where Phil started calling it “the UK” because honestly, it did look like a map of Britain if you…
You know what’s mad? I spent three months obsessing over our bathroom renovation – watching endless YouTube videos about grouting techniques, driving Danny mental with tile samples scattered across the…