Mr. Jasper Gliderol has found his way home...
All of our robes have been fitted out in preparation for mirrored doors. This is ours int he master which sits behind the floating bedhead wall. I gotta say, I'm REALLY excited about having this amount of space. At the moment, Loz and I share a quarter of this. I don't have a lot of clothes, but I do like them to hang on timber hangers all lined up according to colour. Aaahhhhhh. Heavenly.
And we've even got crappers now :) Loving those tiled skirts.
I managed to find a door open on Thursday, so I snuck off to have lunch with Mum first, then bought some cleaning supplies with the intention of cleaning out the bath cavities before they were fitted. Would you believe that in the hour I was gone (might have been a little longer) both bath and spa were fitted. Dammit. So I cleaned anyway - and - oh my god this was hilariously embarrassing - I got sprung cleaning my tiles by my SS. Poor bugger nearly died when he found me in the house. And I felt like a naughty little girl. Imagine next week's staff meeting... "You reckon that's bad, I found my client clad in rubber gloves cleaning the ensuite - what a loser!". I reckon he's lucky I wasn't naked in the shower giving it a scrub!!!!!