I had always assumed that at some point in my life I would be a full grown man and master of my destiny. That it turned out otherwise is of some disappointment. There is a fine line between being in charge and being charged. By now my Bathroom renovation project has become an oubliette of shattered ceramics and gyprock. The massive wreckage all that remains of a once serene bathing area. The smashed walls revealing bare studs and copper pipes the insulation ripped out like the guts of some great beast. My job is to heal this violent wound on my home. Seal the rift in my wall and stitch shut the seams. I am the war surgeon drafted against my will and held ransom to the survival of my sanitation.