It turns out that the boys room does actually have carpet and not just a patchwork of toys and errant pages from the Argos catalogue.
I’d like to claim credit for this but it would be beyond disingenuous and into the area of an outright lie. I was screwing panels of ply board to the interior of the summer house whilst wifey undertook the gargantuan task of sorting out the lads demesne.
Fifi’s room wasn’t the tidiest room in the house by any stretch but there is a certain special law that applies to small boys.