Our jovial tiler set to with the trowel and laid the floor in the butler's pantry (lucky sod) and the maid's laundry room (that's a joke - lets be very clear, its me doing the laundry in there. And I guess I am the butler too, come to think of it).
Looking snappy, I think.
Also had a speed-date with a carpet man in between setting up for the Open for Inspection at the Principle Residence and scooping up Homemade Kids on the way to karate.
Two lots of carpet to choose: something rich and traditional for Captain Laird's study, and a swoosh of something "light-but-kid-friendly" to run through the majority of upstairs.
In other news, lots of internal doors were hung yesterday. An arm wrestle over the architraves and skirting boards is looming between the unusually-glittery T2 and the Special Ops painters, with both parties scrambling to get a hold of them. The supplier is keeping us in suspense, failing to deliver this week and yet to commit to a day and time next week.
Trying to keep Zen on that.
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