Day 2 - waterloo?

We had a rude awakening at 7.15 from a metal fairy - at least he asked. (We spotted two more cruising past during the day - the final one eventually took the slim pickings of the old freestanding loo roll holder/brush pot). After we woke up properly, the first point of order was to collect the engineering bricks, mortar mix and damp-proof membrane from Wickes, which meant encountering the traffic snarl ups associated with the rebuilding of the overpass at Botley interchange. Not the best start to the day, but could have been a lot worse (we could have been coming from the north!). Then to business...

Unloading the stuff from Wickes first, then dismantling the loo. The fastenings bolting the cistern to the wall were unidentifiable, so Dave went straight to the angle grinder for both bolts and pipes. It came off the wall relatively easily and was carted off to the HippoBag in the midst of a cloudburst, which meant I wasn't sure how much cistern water I slopped over myself on the way out (don't worry, cistern water is clean) compared to rain. Next, to the main event - removal of the toilet.
Sadly, the cowboys who built this house did the same with both loos - rather than bolting the pan down through the nice pre-drilled holes in the porcelain, they plopped it on a dollop of concrete and let that ooze out of the holes. At least this one was straight, unlike the original one in the little loo. Anyway, that spelled the end of an in-tact removal. Dave got most of the water out, then I'd just turned my back to take out some pipework and the cistern lid and nearly jumped out of my skin as the the sledgehammer was applied to the porcelain! I think he quite enjoyed that bit.
We collected the pan shards in a box for removal, but after a couple of whacks, it was clear that the concrete dome of doom was going nowhere. It was also apparent that nearly 50 years of usage (the house was built in the mid-70s) led to some interesting, how shall I put this... build up... on the front side of the waste pipe - think silting up on the inside of a river bend...
Dave retrieved the trusty angle grinder (the big one we bought for this project) and a dust sheet, so while I applied the gaffer tape to the dust sheet and the bathroom doorframe, he prepped the beastie to dice up the offending dome. It wasn't a completely succesful dust seal, but it was good enough. The angle grinder did a reasonable job but because the blade is curved, there were bits it couldn't get to, which meant our daily trip to ToolStation to get a set of SDS bits/chisels to attack the remainder with the Ryobi drill.
Dave worked away at the rest of the lump and once he'd conquered it, my rather pathetic contribution for the day was to clear up the rubble into the HippoBag and have a bit of a sweep and a clean up.