Deeeep breaths, Tony, deep breaths.
So the health and safety guy from the housing association knocked on my door earlier. Turns out when the surveyor was taking photographs of the house the other week, and he took one of the goblin room (which was fine) - it kind of looked like the goblins were in a cage with walls and no more. Like the bedding was right on top of the carpet.
And look, I knew they weren't. I knew I was well within the rules of what I'd been told I can have. That really doesn't matter when you've got someone asking if they can inspect the cage apparently out of nowhere. So I showed him, told him it was tarp, cut down from a larger size, cable tied together along the long walls and extra long tails along the right and side to allow for the bedding that inevitably gets kicked out to land on tarp and not carpet, AND to give me somewhere to kneel down too, again not on carpet. He's happy, he's happy the bedding isn't old, said it doesn't smell much (and he's a non-furry owner, so to me that's actually great), says they're clean and whatever, but still.
Nothing like that "oh, ****" moment right before a surprise inspection.