We have been cleaning entire properties for landlords end of tenancy for over 20 years, and domestic house cleans too – so for a couple of hundred quid you may be able to have all of your carpets cleaned throughout, so you need an accurate quote from Andy on 07815 814128 or you can send us a message.
After 22+ years in the business, we’ve seen it all – and then some. Let’s start with the classics, shall we? High-traffic areas – the bane of every landlord’s existence and the bread and butter of our business. Picture this: you open the door to a recently vacated property, and what greets you? A lovely welcome mat of mud, of course! Because nothing says “home sweet home” quite like bringing half the Somerset countryside indoors. Especially after a weekend at Glastonbury festival.
The entryways and hallways of these properties are like nature’s own Jackson Pollock paintings. Mud, grass, and unidentifiable organic matter blend into a tapestry that screams, “I’ve given up on doormats entirely!” It’s as if tenants believe they’re doing us a favour by pre-conditioning the carpet with a layer of Somerset’s finest clay. We have cleaned local hotels, Airbnb’s in Weston-super-Mare, commercial showrooms with a regular flow of people, industrial estate business locations where workboots are worn by men, women, children, cats and postmen.
We follow the trail of destruction into the living room, where you’ll find the familiar “furniture dance floor.” It’s a fascinating phenomenon where tenants apparently spend their evenings rearranging furniture in elaborate patterns, judging by the worn paths in the carpet. One can only assume this is Somerset’s secret version of line dancing.
Now, onto every landlord’s favourite tenants – families with young children. Bless their hearts, they truly know how to keep us in business. Let’s start with the dining area, shall we? It’s less of a place to eat and more of a culinary crime scene. Spaghetti bolognese on the ceiling? Amateur hour. We’re talking about stains that make you question the laws of physics. How did that grape juice end up there? And what on earth is that green stuff?
After two decades in this glamorous industry, we’ve developed a certain… appreciation for these challenges. Each stain tells a story, each worn patch a tale of domestic life in all its messy glory. We’ve become part detective, part archaeologist, and part miracle worker.
So, the next time you’re walking across your pristine carpet, spare a thought for the brave souls at CrawfordsPRC. We’re out there, fighting the good fight against the forces of filth, armed with nothing but our wits, our cleaning solutions, and a healthy sense of humour.
Remember, Somerset landlords and tenants, we’ve seen it all, cleaned it all, and lived to tell the tale. Keep calm and carpet on – we’ll be here, ready to tackle whatever stains life (and your tenants) throw our way. Just maybe lay off the spaghetti bolognese for a while, eh?
Bedrooms are no safe haven either. It seems some children believe their bedroom carpet is the world’s largest canvas. Crayons, markers, paints – you name it, we’ve scrubbed it. We’ve seen masterpieces that would make Picasso weep, although whether from joy or despair is anyone’s guess. Pro tip: if your child ever says, “Look, I made the carpet pretty!” – run. Run far and run fast.
But why stop at indoor art when you can bring the great outdoors in? Mud and grass stains are like souvenirs from adventures in the garden. It’s as if these little darlings are determined to recreate the Somerset Levels right there in the living room. Who needs the Glastonbury Festival when you’ve got your very own mud bath at home?
How about the stairs? Everyone uses the stairs. Oh, the stories these treads could tell if they could speak! Actually, on second thought, it’s probably best they remain silent. The combination of heavy soiling and matted fibres creates a texture that’s part shag carpet, part prehistoric fossil. It’s like walking on a timeline of neglect, each step taking you further back in cleaning history. But, nothing quite prepares you for the moment you realise that suspicious damp patch isn’t just spilled apple juice. It’s a rite of passage for every carpet cleaner, a baptism by fire (or rather, baby tiddle!).
The real fun begins when you’re trying to explain to a landlord why their lovely cream carpet now resembles a topographical map of the Quantock Hills. “No, sir, those aren’t shadow effects. Yes, we can fix it. No, we can’t guarantee it won’t happen again unless you’re planning on renting exclusively to fully housetrained adults.”