Since you ask, yesterday's worker-thugs lay a good carpet.

In fact the carpet looks and feels brilliant,  In contrast the one they took away had the colour and feel of old roap - and cardboard boxes.  The cardboard boxes with odd and old possesions in them that continue to surround me.  No wonder I've been getting a bit depressed recently, with most of the apartment bathed in Gordon brown.

The new carpet is grey, with a fleck of Grahame green in it.  The change has put me a new, energised but at the same time intensely slovenly mood.  Even now, the afternoon could be extremely productive for me.  On the other hand there will be tennis to watch, and the temptation of a snooze.