The ring jet wash

 Bathrooms are the "bain" of my life. (a little play on English-French grammar there). Did you notice ?

That my friends is a cludgie. Built of stone, nestling in the undergrowth, cold and damp with spiders the size of your hand waiting for the unsuspecting to drop their trousers or hoick up their skirts to squat on the wooden plank and breath a sigh of relief, before the hairy monsters climb up from the deep and bite the unsuspecting squatter on their hairy arse. In other words, it's our outside loo it came free with the house which was comforting.

It's over 20 years ago now since we moved into only half of our house (the other half was a barn) actually not much worse than the half we moved into, it had three large rooms, one downstairs and two upstairs. As I would describe the whole building as indescribable I won't bother, needless to say it's on multiple levels, lots of passageways and it has a vaulted cave under it (which I had originally thought of putting my model railway in) got to get your priorities right!

But I digress, there were other priorities especially for Mrs "stuff to do" she was rather pregnant and needed a bathroom of course. We did actually have one and it was to be found if you exited the front door turned left and half way down the side of the house was the door to  what was described as the "salle de bain". It was built into an extension which ran the length of the building (16 mtrs.) which was of course in typical french fashion totally inaccessible from inside the house. The walls were concrete blocks, painted a delicate shade of bright blue gloss, and the floor, some sort of tiles. No heating, kind of a shower with a hole in the floor and a "broyeur" toilet technically known as a "turd whirdler" which I admit did struggle to cope sometimes, I digress yet again.

Since then I have put a shower, toilet and sink in a couple of bedrooms and after a visit to the UK recently Mrs "stuff to do" came back with one of these......

It's a ring jet washer. Apparently it is attached under the toilet seat, coupled up to the cold water supply and when you press the button 4 bar pressure of freezing cold water shoots up your jacksy.

Well everyone to their own luv, whatever floats your boat. I suppose I'd better try and fit the thing, I'm certainly not going to be the silly arse that tests it out.