During my stay with my son and his family up in Scotland, the sorry saga of the shower was easily forgotten. Of course, it was back to reality on my return on the Wednesday. On the Thursday morning two men arrived at 8.00am, again a plumber and his mate. I showed him the depression in the floor by the door.
“Hmm. Looks like its rotted your floorboards love.” (we all call each other love in Yorkshire!) “We’ll be taking the shower tray up anyway as we need to do the job right, so we’ll see how bad it all is underneath then!”