The Grand Opening

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Forget the never ending Retirement Project. After five long months, this weekend marked the conclusion of the Ensuite Bathroom Project with a grand opening ceremony.


 The youngest, paying a fleeting visit, cut the ribbon whilst a brass band (courtesy of Amazon Prime and the iPad) played in the background.



We decided against filling the bathtub with champagne and instead opted to share a bottle of Prosecco, raising our glasses to the new shower and all who bathe under her.



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