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Holloway’s most famous fictional character lived with his dear wife Carrie at ‘The Laurels’ in Brickfield Terrace...

As a true Englishman, the worthy if over sensitive Mr Pooter would no doubt have wanted to keep his wooden floors up to scratch: not to impress the neighbours, but as a household job that needed to be done.

Your own wooden floors may not date as far back as the 1890s, but will still benefit from a makeover.

Make them worthy of their place in your home, office, cafe, school or shop...

and banish shabbiness, marks and scratches.

By using the specialist skills of  

The Holloway Floor Sanding Experts

Call on us for the complete floor restoration and repair service.

Whatever your floor surface: from solid boards to parquet..

   We’ll do whatever it needs to bring it back to its original beauty.

Damaged or missing boards or blocks -

repaired or replaced with new or recycled timber.

 Old paint and sealant -

sanded back to bare wood.

A change of colour -

stained to match your decor.

New protective layer –

with natural oil, hard wax or lacquer.

The highest quality job:

premium materials will last longer and keep your floor in beautiful condition for years.

And ..

99% dust free sanding with the unique collection system of our machines.

Receive the best advice from a company with twenty years’ experience of restoring hundreds of floors.

For your free assessment...

Contact the Holloway Floor Sanding Masters today!

‘The Diary of a Nobody’ remains a comic classic first serialised in Punch in 1892.

Mr Pooter is the epitome of the poor middle class: commuting to the City from the highly respectable suburb of Holloway.

An unambitious man annoyed by the behaviour of his servants and guests; unsure about the etiquette demanded by his social betters; at a loss as to how to deal with his know-all son.

All very tame by today’s standards: no domestic abuse, bailiffs or drugs - unless you count Mr P’s over-imbibing on champagne at the Lord Mayor’s Ball.  

Yet this wry chronicle provides an accurate picture of the bicycling age of the late Victorian era.  One learns that out of hours drinking on Sunday was permitted if you were a traveller who claimed to have come three miles!