Silas bought the
carpet precisely because he knew it wasn’t to everyone’s tastes. It was too gaudy for a movie premiere, too
tomatoey for a hotel lobby, too cheap lipstick for a ballroom. Plus it was £3 per square metre, very good
for tufted wool.
He measured up the
lounge and the hallway and was delighted to find those would cost him under
£100. So he measured up the dining room
and the bedrooms and the bathroom. He
could re-carpet the whole house for a couple of hundred quid.
Silas placed his
order at the shop, buying enough to carpet his entire house twice over. He had half cut into the correct sizes for
his rooms. The remainder he left in a
long roll for storage in his garage.
He didn’t take up the
offer of free fitting nor did he want the delivery men to take his old carpets
away. He could manage those, thank
you. He would relish the chance to do a
bit of DIY himself.
Anyway, he didn’t
want anyone asking awkward questions about what those dark patches staining the
floorboards were as they ripped up the old Wilton. This red would be exactly the right shade
that splatter would never show.
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