Junior’s Journal - 28th October, 2003
October 28, 2003
Last week Ed finally gave in and agreed to buy a new stair-carpet for the JNM offices.
'It is getting a little threadbare,' he admitted.
'Threadbare!' I retorted. 'That carpet's so thin, Ida's organising famine relief for the moths!'
'Mmm,' mused Ed, 'I seem to recall that when this was laid there was a lot left over and we put it in the cellar. Let's take a look, because it won't be easy to replace. The colour blends so well with the woodwork.'
'That IS the woodwork!' I protested, 'you can see right through the backing. The fluffy bits wore away years ago! This carpet must have been down here for centuries.'
'Well,' replied Ed, 'that just proves what good quality material it was in the first place. As a matter of fact,' he added, as we made our way down the cellar steps, 'I believe that carpet was laid the day I started work here.'
'Good grief!' I exclaimed, 'I didn't realise it was THAT old! It was probably hand-woven by local peasants!'
'Yes,' continued Ed, 'that carpet was ordered by Amos Quillscratcher, my old boss! D'you know, I remember that first day as if it were yesterday! I'd just arrived at the offices when Mr Quillscratcher drew up in his Rolls Royce. 'Work hard, my boy,' he told me, 'and one day YOU will be in my office and the Rolls will be yours!'
'Ahh! What's that over there?' he asked, pointing into a cobwebby corner.
'Congratulations!' I said, dragging a couple of coils of dusty carpet into the light from the stairway. 'You moved into Mr Q's office a long time ago and now it looks like the rolls are yours too!'
See you soon