You could have played snooker on it...
For some reason new build houses seem to come with beige carpet. Not just any beige carpet, but cheap thin beige carpet which the day after moving in already looks awful.

So you can imagine after 2 years of pushchairs, feet and furniture in rainy devon it looked like a dogs dinner.

So I decided to really go for it in a replacement flooring. The house was an awkward wedge shape so nothing was going to be easy but I ordered a pallat of really lovely Brazilian Slate tiles.

Out came the old carpet, the underlay, carpet grippers, the skirting boards. Then through to the kitchen, I shifted furnishings, the fridge, washing machine and even the fitted kitchen unit end panels and plinths.

I set about it and over the course of 4 weeks laid the most beautifully planned floor you can imagine. It was under the skirting, cut to angles so it flowed in straight lines parallel to walls meeting adjoining rooms with a foot plate dividing the rooms in a continuous sea of slate through the ground floor. Even in the downstairs loo the skirting was replaced with a section of tiles to make mopping the floor an easy job. Once back together I was really really proud of it, the neighbours admired and complimented me on the workmanship.

I think I was pretty much laying the last few tiles when the ex-wife decided she'd rather shack up with someone else. And by that I mean that I had to move out so he could move in.

Wind on 2 years and the divorce is done and the house is sold. Went back for one last look at the now empty house only to see the tiles scratched and neglected where metal frame chairs were dragged along the floor. What a bummer.

Floor still looked good though.

Tiles, even after years of abuse they'll age better than your ex.
(golddust QOTW now revolves around being a cunt, Thu 11 Oct 2012, 13:04, Reply)