Day 1: Go shopping. Discover that the floor tiles you bought for the downstairs loo are STILL in the boot of the car and the tile fairies haven't been. Again. Decide to lay them immediately the shopping is put away. . . . . . Day 6, am : After leaving the tiles resting against the loo wall for days, decide to lay them. Use a new, barely-touched tub of wall tile adhesive from the shed because it's all tiles, isn't it? They don't *know* they're floor tiles, do they?
Day 6, later : Admire precision-cut tiles around loo pedestal and waste outlet. Notice, on closer inspection, that the concrete floor is not as flat as it might be. Decide to put a good layer of tile adhesive down to allow for lumps and bumps in the floor.
Day 6, pm : Lay five tiles and run out of adhesive. Drive to Wickes and buy another pot of wall tile adhesive. Complete tiling and receive much praise.
Day 7, pm : Notice that tiles are still a little mobile. Not to worry.
Day 8, pm : Notice that tiles are still a little mobile. Begin to worry.
Day 9, pm : Notice that the adhesive which squidged out of the edge of one tile has developed a slight crust but is still very much as-it-came-out-of-the-pot. Worry quite a lot. Tiles still as mobile as when they were laid.
Day 10, am : Lever up all tiles, scrape sticky goo from floor and tiles and put back in empty wall tile adhesive pot, wash floor and tiles, drive to Wickes, buy big bag of floor tile adhesive. Re-lay tiles.
Day 10, pm : Observe that tiles are already rock-solid.
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