It would require a major effort to unscrew the rows of seats from the floor to get them out of the way of the carpet cleaner, and the more help they had available, the quicker the job would be done. Gazza swore as his drill bit buzzed futilely in a burred screw head. ‘That bloody girl’s still causing trouble even after she’s dead! Shifting these feckin’ seats wasn’t on the schedule until we had the money for a new floor. How are we supposed to fasten them back down with the boards in this state?’ ‘The same way as we’ve made do the last couple of times,’ Howard reminded him. ‘Fill the holes with glue and matchsticks so the screws will hold a bit longer. We’ll be fine until there’s a bunch of excited kids at a panto that rock the whole front row backwards. The domino effect.’ ‘Feckin’ waste of time,’ muttered Gazza. Jessica was inclined to agree, but at least the carpet would look better for losing its thin topcoat of potato chip grease and ice-cream smears.
