I'd kind of assumed this would be the case, and it's reassuring that he mentioned the tiles coming up in such a matter-of-fact fashion -- this is a job I've been avoiding since I lifted my carpet one day, about eight years ago, to find out why it was uneven. I had a quick go then, and made hardly a dent in the things. Then again, I was armed with a cold chisel and a clubhammer; I've a feeling he's going to return with a Kango.
But anyway, yes, I've now been disabused of any idea I had of quietly getting stuff done in the bedroom while Concrete Guy (whose I should now start thinking of as Mark, now I've met him, I suppose) quietly trowels out latex screen in the lounge.
When he's back, I may just show him where the tea, coffee and Hobnobs are, and go check out the Banksy exhibition that's on in Bristol Museum.