‘How exactly am I supposed to tell you if I like the new bathroom renovation if I can’t see anything?’ I protested.
‘I’ll take the blindfold off when we get there,’ my husband laughed as he guided me up the hallway by the arm. ‘I want it to be an experience!’
‘Oh, it’s beginning to feel like an experience, don’t worry,’ I grumbled. ‘You know I could probably just walk there blindfolded anyway, right?’
‘Not likely,’ my husband said, sounding like he was shaking his head. ‘I’ve heard the banging and the crashing when you get up in the middle of the night for a glass of water.’
‘That’s… that’s fair actually,’ I conceded. ‘Lead away.’
After a few more steps, we stopped.
‘This is it?’ I asked.
‘This is it!’
‘Our new bathroom?’
‘The best new bathroom!’ he beamed in my darkness. ‘Are you ready?’
‘With a buildup like that, you better believe I’m ready,’ I laughed.
‘Ta-daaaa!’ my husband crowed as the blindfold was lifted and I was forced to blink against the light.
‘Oh, god,’ I blinked, hard. ‘It’s so… white.’
‘Isn’t it great?’ my husband asked. ‘The designer asked me if it was too much marble – so I told him to put in even more!’
‘You did?’ I frowned. ‘Wait, what happened to those bathroom renovations experts near the Melbourne CBD who were available?’
‘Nah, I decided not to go with them,’ my husband shook his head. ‘They almost had too much taste, y’know?’
‘I most certainly do not know—’ I began to get worked up. ‘Martin, I swear to—’
‘Look, a shower-bath!’ he interrupted me, giddy, guiding me to the new shower.
‘What happened to our separate shower and bath?!’ I half-screamed.
‘Just a mixup during the bathroom installation,’ he batted my concerns away. ‘But I like it – look how much space we have!’
‘To do what, Martin?’
‘I’m not sure,’ he frowned, looking around the empty tiled area. ‘I wonder what you could put there?’
‘How about putting my bath back?!’