I laid the tile for the shower floor yesterday.
It took about 2 hours. Which, is an unreasonable amount of time for such a small place. I’d have been a lot faster if it wasn’t for the help I got.
Picture a person hovering over a shower floor (one person shower, not one of these ‘new’ 2 people showers), morter to the right, a pile of tile to the left, a dog standing over the morter pail wagging her tail to help, another dog standing on the tile pile also wagging her tail to help.
There was a lot of ‘excuse me’, ‘move’, ‘can you just give me a bit of room?’, and the occasional panicked ‘NO! Don’t step into the shower!’
I had to fight for every tile, fight for every scoop of morter; ‘you don’t have to sniff this, it’s the same tile that you sniffed before’.
Yes, I talk to my dogs, yes they listen, no they don’t really understand English.
I think they understand Charlie Brown Grown-up talk; ‘blah, blah, blah, FOOD, blah, blah, TIGER-DOG, blah, blah, blah…’