Sun bleaches scorch marks out of carpet.
In a fit of domestic rearrangement the mat which had been in front of the fire found a new home beside a French door. It’s basked there in sunlight all summer and the scorch marks have faded away.
P.S.
I wasn’t responsible for the scorching nor even at home when it happened but I have grounds to suspect impatience during fire lighting and a bottle of maths meths were involved.
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Homepaddock 
You can always count on trouble from a bottle of maths!
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Aah – predictive typing on the iPad, and proof reading without glasses, strike again.
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