Because the ‘p’ is silent.
Yeah. Toilet humour isn’t my forte, somehow I just can’t tap into it……
Anyway, this time next week work should – fingers crossed and wood touched – be well and truly finished in our bathroom. Out comes the bath we can no longer use safely and in goes a walk-in shower with grab rails. It took us a long time to admit it was needed, that for our physical safety we couldn’t keep struggling with the bath, and that we don’t bounce as well as we used to. One fall too many and we finally admitted to our psych that she was probably right, and would she please arrange for Adult Social Care to come and assess us.
It will mean the bathroom is much, much safer. And it needs to be, our most recent tumble nearly knocked us out – not a good look when you’re naked and home alone.
It will also mean there are contractors – possibly one, possibly more – in our house for a minimum of two days. And the guy who is overseeing the work – we vaguely know who he is, but have no idea about the contractor(s). On Monday the OT who assessed us is coming out first thing to check they know what they can and can’t do, that they have emergency contact numbers – overkill, but protocol apparently – and so on. Our daughter is away on Monday night which is handy as we’ll be minus the bathroom – we have a downstairs toilet thank goodness – and on Tuesday our shiny new Named Contact at CMHT is coming to “drink tea and distract” us – I’m not sure distraction is quite going to work – followed by an at home appt with our psych on the Wednesday for if the work takes longer than planned, rather than rearranging at short notice. All the people.
We are as prepared as we can be for the noise, the upheaval, the inevitable chaos. We’re also hugely grateful to everyone who has facilitated this – our psych, Adult Social Care and our landlord – all at no cost to us. It’s not going to be anything flash, and we don’t expect it to be. But if it means we can shower safely then we’re happy.