Not for those of a nervous disposition...

Warning. There are some graphic photographs of an UGLY bedroom coming up.

Sadly it's mine. Well, not mine but my husbands. (He snores and I can't function without sleep.)
He got the master bedroom. It's the most peculiar size. 19 1/2 feet by 8 feet. Absurdly long and thin. And really gross.

It's virtually untouched since we moved in. Not because I'm being mean and I don't have to sleep there. 

There's a reason I haven't done anything apart from stripping the floral wallpaper and painting the walls. It has polystyrene ceiling tiles.

These are not only unnatractive but a real fire hazzard.
I wasn't sure how to tackle them. In the same house as ours around the corner, they took the whole ceiling down. I didn't want to do that. All the insulating fluff and junk in the loft would have to be taken out first.

The ceiling is also bowed. It dips in the middle. So we have to figure out if we need to take the ceiling down or can just scrape those damn tiles off and skim over the glue residue.

The window in this room is fogged up.

It's a seventies aluminium double glazed unit with a hardwood frame and also has secondary glazing. All the windows in the house were like this when we moved in. This is one of the last two we have to replace. The wood and metal are covered in black mould in addition to the fact that you can't see out of it. Nice.

There's no room for a curtain pole as the window reaches the ceiling so we have a track. I hate tracks. I put those Laura Ashley curtains in as I thought they looked masculine. I hate them. Lesson learned. Don't try to please the husband. He'd be happy with anything.

The bed is a king size and is way to big for the room. It almost spans the entire width. We need a double or a small double in there. It's all just hopelessly depressing.

And the wardrobe. Oh dear.

That laundry basket keeps the middle door shut. It's not just been placed there to style the shot. In case you were wondering.

Want to see inside?

Yes, more of those bloody tiles. The wardrobe goes right back into the eaves of the roof. Can you see how the upper section is bowed? I was always nervous of sticking my head in there in case it all came tumbling down.

I could fit a lot in there though...all my out of season clothing went into plastic boxes.

Anyway, it's gone.

 

Why the bottom half of the wardrobe inside has gone this colour I do not know. The old owner smoked. Perhaps he did it with the wardrobe doors open? He hadn't thought of the cunningly placed laundry basket trick.

I've started removing polystyrene tiles...

No great improvement yet! The wall and ceiling at this end of the room are plastered and the tiles came off nicely.

The other end is just plasterboard and the tiles here don't want to shift.

Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better. I'm at the ''Oh my God, what have I done?'' stage.

I've discovered a place where the ceiling is mobile which isn't good. I need to investigate why this might be. I'm hoping that it's anything but mobile ceiling joists. So, all the insulating fluff and junk has to be moved....

Ah, it'll all be worth it in the end!

I hope.

Are you shocked? This gives you an idea of what the entire house was like when we moved in!