Haven't written in a while.
Sometimes dad gets a bit obsessed by things. He reads up about them on the internet and then ends up buying lots of things related to them. These things range from....the lord of the rings, to some musician, to some sort of gadget.
This time
it was sofas.
Sofas are huge. I have moved 6 of them in a few short weeks.
We replaced the red sofa (which apparently really needed replacing but I thought it was fine) with a cold black leather bhs number.
Then we replaced our sofa-bed (which really did need replacing, none of the charities would even take it, it was that tatty and bad) with a GORGEOUS, if not slightly odd looking, upmarket sofa wich is so comfy and so posh.
Then we replaced our big green sofa. We definitely didn't need to replace that. It was in a fine condition and we'd already spent money on two new sofas. We replaced it anyway, with a cat-scratched sofa that was to match the comfort of the other new sofa (the old green one was too uncomfortable, my dad said. We bought it new, I asked him why we got it in the first place if it was so uncomfortable. He said that he knows better now lol He's a sofa expert)
It was an absolute nightmare to get into the house. It got lodged in the porch and wouldn't fit through. We took it through the garage and conservatory and put it in the back room. Then we got it well and truly stuck halfway into the hallway, rendering it insurpassable.
My dad went into a misery corner and mumbled "I should never have got this bloody sofa". He was a broken man. There was only one thing for it, he had to break the sofa too!
He sawed the legs off. We then just about managed to get it in place in the front room. That sofa is NEVER leaving the house, unless we saw it in half.
 Lady-Shiro · Mon Oct 03, 2011 @ 10:21pm · 0 Comments |
