Last Thursday was the big day - the new floor-covering day. I got quite excited about it. (How sad is that!) Instead of the beige carpet, sadly and indelibly spotted and stained, we were about to move back into the 21st century and have floors to be proud of. There was some animated discussion about what we were going to have - carpet (Keith) or laminate (me) so in the end, we compromised, as in I decided that we would have carpet in the living room and laminate in the dining room and I got to choose both. You can see the results in the photos.
A woman of lesser strength of character than yours truly would have decided to keep the status quo when she gazed on the myriad piles of cables coiled behind NASA and the TV cabinet like giant worm casts. As it was, I did momentarily quail at the sight but by then floorcoverings and fitters were booked, so we set to and dismantled most of it the night before. In the morning, Keith pulled out a few more cables before airily informing me that it was all ready and departing hastily for work.
Putting it all back together again, of course, took a little longer and was slightly more challenging but I got there in the end. I say 'I' because, of course, Keith made sure he stayed out of the way until all was back to normal.
Well, what did you expect?
