The Iggy Lick of Approval

For those of you following my bathroom renovation saga, the sink (and floor and wall tiles) is finally installed. It's been very trying not least because I don't have access to my dad's huge pool of tools and also because Americans call tools and materials different things so it's been a linguistic as well as practical application experience.

On top of that Iggy was not entirely sure about this whole mess we were making and gave me many imploring looks about what on Earth we thought we were doing and why on Earth we would remove his favourite perch. I explained it slowly to him about having more space to move around the bathroom and how the water would taste much better coming through a tap that wasn't clogged up with limescale and after much thought he decided that I was right afterall and leapt up to investigate.

He is now pleased to give the new sink his lick of approval and thinks that maybe it might be his favourite new drinking spot even though there's not as much space to sit and watch us in the shower.