So, I've been well and truely done over by the "hole fairies".
Everything was going fine until I walked into the lounge this evening and discovered that the hole in the carpet has spread somewhat!
They'd gone through to the kitchen, too:
Not content with that amount of hole-making, I was somewhat taken aback by the state of the stairs:
Rushed upstairs hoping to find them still in the act, but all I found was an old, filthy, rug in the office - perhaps they were trying to hide the hole they'd made up here...
By the time I realised they'd even cleaned out the bedroom I began to accept that they'd made a clean getaway. Still, at least they left me a futon (but where's the rest of my furniture?!):
And, frankly, the prospect of entering the bathroom is scaring me:
Deek
