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Yesterday evening, ust as we were getting ready to put the wingpiglet to bed and after which I was imagining I might pop out for a cycle to balance the indoor skirting-board-related exercise and furniture-carting-upstairs exercise to precede the Fridayful of carpet-lifting and more furniture-hoicking the people who were supposed to be coming on Saturday to lay the floor rang to say that they wanted to come today instead, despite this not giving me a full day to uproot and shuffle things. Fortunately it only took three hours to remove all the beading from the remaining room, remove all the carpet edge grippers, remove the carpet from a floor on which the sideboard and sofa were still sitting and get everything into an acceptably not-covered-in-dust-and-carpet-tacks state to enable breakfast to proceed mostly as usual this morning, with the addition of shoes and wellies in order to prevent feet being inconvenienced by the protruding staples which it was this morning's task to remove, along with shifting the old fridge out to the shed, shifting the freezer into the car to be taken to the tip for recycling and then shifting all the rolled-up carpet and underlay into the car for landfilling. I was half-way through unpicking all the tacks and staples when the floor-fitters arrived, one day and three-quarters of and hour early. They claimed to not need all the staples to be removed so I retreated to the loft after disconnecting the dishwasher and washing machine in order to re-lay all the loft flooring which had to be uprooted on Tuesday to allow the electrician to get at two very small bits of roof to fit the various bits of the extensive hard-wired fire alarm system. Although they cheated by using clicky-fix laminate, nails and nailguns to fit the beading and made a few errors such as semi-permanently trapping the dishwasher in its nook before it had been reconnected they still took less than a third as many days as it would have taken me compared to how long it took me to do the flat.