In my final push to moving, I had been packing boxes all day today for taking them to the self-storage place tomorrow. In one of the rooms I cleared some stuff and yikes! The new laminate flooring, which I laid only three weeks ago, had two boards which were cracked at the join. Right in the middle of the room.
Did I leave the panels long enough to acclimatize? Was this brand crap quality? Panic!
Anyway, I had several unused planks left over from the three rooms, and so set about removing the panels to half-way across the room in order to get to the damaged pair. This of course meant first prising off the beading around the skirting board. All in all, a right royal
*uc* up, I thought. Oh, why didn't I choose carpet instead!But actually, after the beading was away on three sides, the panels came up easily. I didn't actually have to lift them away altogether - only the first row. The others I just slid over a few inches keeping them flat on the floorboards underneath in order to get to the damaged area. I reached this and lifted the damaged boards. The laminate and roughly top two or three millimetres on these had torn away from the base. Then I noticed that the adjacent, undamaged panel stood a little proud. Carefully, I lifted it slightly so that I could slide a tool underneath. What came out? Why a little piece of an offcut...
Yep, for three weeks I have been walking across the floor and standing fairly heavy packing cartons on it all the while there was a gap right in the middle where the one plank was "resting" on this little offcut. The two boards adjacent basically gave up the ghost, something had to give, and they cracked. I was CERTAIN I had checked and rechecked the floor as I was laying the panels to make sure all bits had been removed. This offending piece was really tiny - about 6 mm by 8 mm - but massive, of course, when left in the position it was.
Replacing the two boards and the original boards took all of 10 minutes, so the whole nightmare (as I thought I was faced with) only took about an hour tops.
Moral of this story: Check and check and check again! I will Hoover even more vigorously next time if I do a similar job elsewhere.
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