We finally tracked down the only person selling blue floor tiles in Oxford, though, and are now slowly assembling a Frankenstein bathroom of cleverly shaped bits. An offset corner bath that's the last in stock and about to be discontinued. A tiny basin with a neat little cabinet. A super-skinny cabinet/mirror We've had packing tape on the floor in funny shapes, set squares out to calculate slopes and clearances and everything. It'll be awesome when it's done. I hope.
I am also up to my eyeballs in wedding, of course. No avoiding that. But Bridezilla, on the whole, at the moment, is pleased. Most things are progressing according to plan, I have an elegant sufficiency of dinosaurs, and although it's likely to be pouring with rain, I cannot myself be gloomy. It's going to be awesome.
Speaking of awesome, I spent my birthday in London, and saw spooky free freaky fairy tale design exhibition Telling Tales at the V&A (groovy site with many pictures), had cocktails and bar snacks (including Croque Madames with quail's eggs!) at the Skylon Bar and Grill (link to campaign to rebuild the Skylon), went to Walking in My Mind at the Hayward (pulsating flash site) and then queued at the Globe for returns of As you like it and got groundling tickets for the only three hours of clear weather all day (a photo of Rosalind and Celia doing what they do best).
I think it's the effect of buying a bathroom. That was quite costly, but a drop in the baignoire** compared to what a bathroom costs.
*Someone Else Can Bloody Do It.
**And I use baignoire, of course, completely wrongly.