In the grand tradition that is our new house, we've found that every time we rip something out we find a new thing that we have to rip out. We ripped out the tile, only to be told by the plumbers that we needed to take out the mortar bed, only to find that the floor underneath will need to be replaced if we don't want our tenants to fall through it.
Here is Jen hacking and whacking (well, actually having tea in the aftermath), getting out the cement that the mortar had been laid on that the tile had been laid on. It could only be better if she were wearing her Princess Leia buns on the sides of her head.
The rubblescape: I'm thinking of doing an art project with the detritus.
