CARPET SLIPPERS

We have been reliably informed by the ever-helpful Mrs. N, and indeed by our lease, (which the TH has only just got round to reading despite signing it in several places a couple of months ago - tut tut), that we are required to cover at least 80% of our beautiful wooden floors with carpet.

Mrs. N suggested a Persian rug store, which if you’ve got around $100,000 to part with I’m sure is just the place, but unfortunately we haven’t, and what’s more, carpeting 80% of this vast apartment is probably roughly the equivalent of carpeting Luton airport.

Since this discovery, and the ensuing paranoia that the rich and famous people living in the flat below (no tabloid name-dropping from me you note) will somehow manage to get us thrown out should they hear the slightest pad of a slipper on their ceiling, we have been TIPTOEING around in bare feet.

However, the marvelous house guest that is Jonathan has solved all our problems by bringing home 4 rugs yesterday. Ok, so they’re only a few inches long, but they’re definitely Persian and we can attach them to the soles of our feet and hence be walking on carpet all the time.

Genius!