Seemed like a good idea at the time...

Yesterday I bought a new carpet for the bedroom so that the new bed won't make the old one look even shabbier than it is. It's being fitted tomorrow, so today has been getting-ready time.

I'd already emptied everything vulnerable out of the bedroom so that nothing gets broken while the new bed gets installed, so the spare room is full of dolls' houses, china dolls and boxes of cosmetics, not to mention soft toys, and now the drawers of the bedroom furniture. As it's a very small room, there isn't actually any room for the furniture itself, though, so it's crammed into the living room or languishing in the hall. It can't stay there or the workmen won't be able to get the carpet round it, so tomorrow I may have to walk round with it on my head. All this new stuff in their space has caused great consternation among the parrots, but sadly has not made them behave with any more circumspection.

The old carpet was even mankier than I'd thought (for my US readers, manky is a slang word for mucky and yucky). It's an old foam backed carpet (laid by my own fair hand) and with age and the pressure of furniture and many footsteps, the foam turns into dust. It now awaits who knows what fate in the front garden. Probably a long rotting period then a late-night trip to the little local street recycling centre where much unrecyclable waste waits for the council to dispose of it. If you ask them to take it from your home they charge several limbs.

Despite a 2-hour "power nap" this afternoon, I am now a spent force, and have only managed to do about half the vacuuming I'd intended, so if they open the wrong door tomorrow they are in for a shock.

I think I might need a soothing massage and a long rest in that bed when it's finally installed.