Here's a tip: if anyone asks you to strip gloss paint from a bannister, just say no. Stick your fingers in your ears, sing loudly, and then go and put the kettle on and make them a nice cake, and say no again.
The strips of underlay were separate, and in an ideal world I might have replaced them, as they were quite thin and worn, but this carpet is old, and I don't have any underlay in the house, so I turned each piece round so the worn part is at the back of the step, and it's made a remarkable difference to how the carpet feels. I suppose it's a bit like turning your mattress (although you wouldn't usually wait til it was completely crushed flat to do that).
It was surprisingly easy to refit the carpet, and it makes me wonder whether fitting a new carpet is really as difficult as people make out, especially on the stairs where you're only trying to get a small bit flat at a time - although I suppose I was cheating in a way as my carpet was already stairs-shaped.
Half way up the stairs I found this.
Instead I settled for a kind of botched version of darning, using invisible thread.
Somehow, those two jobs plus a trip to the DIY shop have taken most of the day. Isn't it always the way?
This evening I suspect I'll mostly be lying on our newest item of furniture:
Of course, we need to remove all the decorating equipment, and get someone to replace the carpet first, so for now this is under the kitchen window. I love it, and might have to expand our new house criteria to include 'room for permanent chaise longue in kitchen'. Just the right place for lying for half an hour with a book, a cup of tea and a home made biscuit, wouldn't you say?
As for the rest of the house... well. Many things are nearly-but-not-quite finished. Some things aren't even started. We're doing what we can, and the rest of the time I'm just lying on the chasie longue and closing my eyes so I can't see the mess.