When we first viewed the flat I said that the kitchen floor didn't really bother me that much; that we could give it a good clean, and it would be fine. That quickly changed. When I realised how easy it was to remove the faded, dirty old tiles, there was no stopping me, and they were gone in a jiffy.
Below you can see this lovely pile of them, crusted with baked beans and dust, which were under the (broken) stove. We fancied a classic chequered black and white floor, which one can do oneself very cheaply. Billy was the man to lay them down (with the slightly obsessive precision to be expected of a graphic designer).
The result can be seen here. We were thrilled - it was starting to finally resemble a kitchen (without any appliances, but still). It was clean! You could take off your shoes and dance around on the spanking new floor. And there was some sort of refuge from the surrounding chaos. Being able to grab a seat and have a cup of tea in there was just blissful.
And finally, the bathroom, which got the same treatment. As it was such a filthy little space, we wanted to keep it as simple as possible, with a monochrome palette. We planned to carpet the living room, while the floorboards in the bedroom had to be enhanced with a couple of coats of paint.
Having a bathroom and a kitchen that were freshly clean was wonderful - but there was still so much more to do...