We are having a new bathroom fitted, this week.

There wasn’t a great deal wrong with the old one, to be honest.

To be fair, I’d changed the suite only about ten years ago, but the pale blue, floor to ceiling tiling that we’d had done way back in 2000, was starting to look a little tired and dated.

Mrs. M decided it was time for a new one… and who am I to argue?

Wouldn’t dare.

Even as I type, the plasterers are in there, giving it the old Bish Bosh, Loadsa Money routine.

The bathroom fitters, themselves, came in on Monday and ripped out the old bathroom.

So, why did I spend an hour on Sunday evening, cleaning everything?

Because I don’t want a couple of blokes who I don’t know, thinking bad of me because I have a bit of mould  around the bath?

Yes, that is exactly why.

Stupid.