Quote: Hercules Grytpype Thynne @ 22nd March 2019, 6:41 AM
Ahh, the stairs runner and the death trap rug on the shiny floor - I remember them well.
Oh, yes, and those wooden rods that kept the stair runner in place...and collected all the dust and fluff behind them. As posh as it was, in those days, it created more cleaning jobs. Breaking your back supporting the weight of an upright Hoover, locked in the right angle position, backwards and forwards on each step. Then, bending over each step, from top to bottom, with a dustpan and brush to get all the crumbs and shite the Hoover had just flicked all over the place. Often, we would give the carpet a light spray of water to help the fluff to clump, then dustpan the whole lot.
I split my head open as a kid (this is true), after running at full speed into the kitchen and being propelled head first into the rocking knob of the under-sink cupboard, by the vicious Dandycord mat that existed just to try to kill me. Blood everywhere, hospital, stitches, the lot. My mum was absolutely hysterical at the time, but still didn't get rid of the mat.