I got out of the lift at the wrong floor today and came across these chaps working away. They are facilities staff and busy little bees they were.
I walked past and stopped in awe. They were shaving the carpet. Carpets are to the European Parliament, what paint is to the Forth Bridge. I appears that this particularly fine piece of scarlet carpet is of such a deep pile that the doors cannot open. So three men spend hours shaving the carpet.