Wednesday, June 30, 2010

 

The day we changed the carpet.

The pictures tell the story of the day.
It has been a day in which Bill has worked extremely hard.



By this stage almost everything that could be moved from the room had been moved.
The sofa was staying. Carpet man and boy could work round that.


Most of it had been moved into the back garden.
So, a blessing that we have had no rain.
That dark blue chair is now in Frieda's garage.
We think it will be going. It is comfortable - but I have never liked the dark colour which matches nothing that we have.
Ashley would be very happy to accept this chair - but he won't get it until November.
Meanwhile we might find another that Bill can fall asleep in.


And then the trusty carpet was lifted, cut up and put into black plastic sacks.
After almost 36 years we were reminded of the awful black tiles that were the original flooring.
For the first years in our house we used rush matting on the floor (to hide the nasty black tiles), which we had had in the flat.


More black tiles.
Farewell carpet!

Hello new carpet!
Bill is admiring the uncluttered look.


Tomorrow, things will be arranged on all the shelves.
We have one set of shelves less now.
There was one we didn't like.
If we find we really must have more we will buy another set which matches better in Ikea when we go next week.

I have put my cabinet of memories back together.
How I enjoyed handling all this stuff.
Every single item reminds me of a person, an event or a place.


Bill enjoys a bottle of beer.
I am sure he could successfuly doze in that Ikea chair.
And that basically has been our day.
A few more items have been listed on EBay.
Men have played tennis at Wimbledon.

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The day we changed the carpet.
posted by Grandma P on Wednesday, June 30, 2010