Why do those romanticised tales of property developing in books and on TV never show the reality?
When we walked into our newly purchased French village house this was our sole toilet facility (unless you count the gutter in the courtyard that fulfilled that function for 600 years or more)
Positioned RIGHT behind the front door (and only accessable if that was closed) was this cupboard with this very dodgy and unstable (it wasn’t even fixed to the floor) WC.
When we lost the dodgy door and turned the front bit into a cloaks cupboard we flipped the toilet to face into the cave. Unfortunately we did not make it clear to the plumber that we would like the water supply reattaching so we didn’t have to flush with a bucket until we could fit the new bathroom out-left-The Throne Room.
Alternatively, up two flights of stairs on the top floor we had a real wash basin where one could stand, ankle deep in part demolished walls, under the bare light bulb on the lethal antique wiring (mandatory even in daylight as no window in here)-below
The grimy curtain to the right concealed the shower that was not attached to the mains water for three years………………………
We were mad