subject: Party Problems: Rehab for Carpets [print this page] "We've all thrown a few raging parties in our time. Our time may have been long ago, but the memories, and the mess, may still be fresh in our minds and our homes.
Cigarette burns have since been covered up with throw cushions and home furniture. The red wine stain has been soaped, and the soap stain bleached, and the bleach stains covered up with still more throw cushions and questionably situated decor. Your friends may occasionally ask why you've chosen to place that stereo speaker in the geographical centre of your sitting room, a martini fall away from the coffee table. The mental and material relics of your partying may alternately haunt and amuse you to this very day, but the time has come where you can expel them from your carpets, if not from your conscience.
After party cleaning is the hot new cleaning phenomenon: rehab for carpets. This is especially so during the summer season, with bank holiday weekends and accompanying festivities having come to an abrupt and fittingly filthy close. Many a cotton-mouthed morning after has entailed the discovery of bodily fluids, illicit substances and alcoholic liquids tarnishing once-pristine carpets. For the average Londoner though, there are a number of things you can do about it.
Our long-forgotten Viking instinct may tell us that, after fixing the hair of the dog that bit us, we should do the carpet cleaning ourselves. Keep in mind that this is the same Viking instinct which had us turning around at the Canary Islands eight centuries ago when we thought sunburn was some horrific malady sure to exterminate us.
Those with the peace of mind for a few brief moments of reflection (and the ignorable evidence of wine stains covered with soap stains covered with bleach stains covered with ill-placed home furnishings) might call one of the many options for carpet cleaning London makes beholden to us.
Ringing around for specialty after party cleaners should be far less gag-inducing than scrubbing the results of the previous evening's gags from the impenetrably deep depths of your Berber carpet. Consider yourselves warned.
