They said the work was going to be finished ~except the floor; nothing is ever really finished~ today. The tub, sink, tile, all the messy stuff. Which has to mean I don’t get the sink/cabinet combo I asked for because certainly no one has gone to IKEA since Monday. But whatever, this much passes for miraculous here.
First thing this morning I was greeted by what the plumber politely calls a bathtub. Let me just take this opportunity to say that from the very beginning, I have required and been promised a deep tub to replace the deep tub being taken out. It must be deep because there is no room for it to be long. I tell myself it’s like the trendy Japanese soaking tubs. Sure, I have to sit with my knees tucked up under my chin, but the water goes to my shoulders. Oddly, one end is shallower than the other, like a bench, sort of up to average tub depth. The mockery of a bathtub which arrived today is really more of a sink. Most objectionably, it is not deep. Being the same curiously bi-level design, the “deep” end is no deeper than an average tub and the other isn’t even Baby Pool. The hardware will project over the less-shallow section rendering it even less useful.
The plumber swears this is the only option available. Horse feathers. Check out this beauty. It’s an English company, on the right side of the Pond. A Q&A on Apartment Therapy has someone looking for a short tub, but they’re all in Europe.
I have a bidet for washing my feet, we don’t have a dog, and the cat is self-cleaning. There can be no other purpose for this ridiculous apparatus. There is a meeting with the landlords this afternoon.