Not really, of course. In reality, they are a couple of very pleasant, hard-working men who turn up, do the job and leave everything nice and tidy and clean. The main problem is preparing for their visit. It all started when I got to the stage where, just looking at the carpet in the living room was resulting in raised blood pressure - it is well past its best - and the acceptance that, before getting that changed, we would need to have the room decorated and, while that was being done, it would be silly not to get the dining room done too. Then there was our bedroom - again, a cause of serious BP raising. These houses are nearly twenty years old, we have been in this one for thirteen and we have never yet decorated the bedroom. Keith's excuse is that it doesn't really matter anyway, because he goes to bed in the dark and gets up with his eyes only half open so doesn't actually see his surroundings anyway. Oh to have such a simple view of life!
The best thing though, or so I thought, was that preparing the living room for decorating would definitely necessitate Keith clearing his desk...
"You haven't tidied your desk," I pointed out on Sunday evening.
"Yes I have," he said, with pained expression. I looked. There in his hand was a six inch square cardboard box, containing three or four screwed up bits of paper.
"Anyway," he continued, seeing my expression, "they can just cover it with a sheet, can't they?"
Still, when the carpet layers come, the room will have to be cleared, so he'll have to clear the desk before it can be moved - won't he?