Unwelcome visitors

Granny spied evidence of moths in her bedroom carpet, and when she looked further underneath the bed she was ashamed to discover a Miss Havisham moment.

She rapidly hauled every piece of moveable furniture out of the bedroom, and pulled the bed into the centre of the room. She took all her clothes out of the wardrobe, vacuumed like a dervish and sprayed the carpet with moth killer. She washed the the mattress protector and aired the valance (which isn’t washable) on the washing line in between showers. The upstairs of the house looked like a whirlwind had passed through while all this was going on.

Eight hours later (four hours while the moth killer did its job, then four hours of airing the room thoroughly), all the furniture was put back in its place and the bed was made up with fresh linen. 

Granny then collapsed in a heap and the wonderful Grandpa administered first aid in the form of a lovely supper. And now that freshly made-up bed is calling. 

Memo to self: in future, do the job in stages, little and often.