The guy came to fit my carpet today. For those who don’t know, I’m currently in the process of trying to make a council flat about a mile up the road from my current (parental) home liveable. A slow and expensive process, although mom is helping out a lot. Anyway, Mr. Carpet Man, making idle conversation, asserted: ‘I had you pegged for a student.’ Interesting. I recently turned 32 and I didn’t even have my glasses on.
The carpet, and curtains (which were put up last weekend), do make a huge difference. This place is starting to look more like home, and I hope I can move in full-time soon. My morale is reasonably okay.