The chair
As I was wandering yesterday I saw a chair outside a charity shop. 
I had a look at it, a wee sit down (very comfy) and despite the brown cushions I quite fancied it. So I checked in the home furnishings place on my street (2 doors down from my flat) and they said they could recover the cushions for me.
So today I went and bought the chair, carried it home, left it at the foot of the stairwell and took the cushions into the shop. 10-15mins later at the most, having decided on a fabric I go back to take the chair up the stairs.
It's not there anymore...
Rubbish collection is not due today (and anyway, the piles of black bags are still in the close). Someone has taken my cushionless chair!
I bang on the 2 ground floor flat doors, dogs bark at me, no one answers. I cancel the cushion covering. And leave a big note in the stairwell saying it was my chair.
And voila! It is back at the foot of the stairs when I come home 6 hours later.
I had a look at it, a wee sit down (very comfy) and despite the brown cushions I quite fancied it. So I checked in the home furnishings place on my street (2 doors down from my flat) and they said they could recover the cushions for me.
So today I went and bought the chair, carried it home, left it at the foot of the stairwell and took the cushions into the shop. 10-15mins later at the most, having decided on a fabric I go back to take the chair up the stairs.
It's not there anymore...
Rubbish collection is not due today (and anyway, the piles of black bags are still in the close). Someone has taken my cushionless chair!
I bang on the 2 ground floor flat doors, dogs bark at me, no one answers. I cancel the cushion covering. And leave a big note in the stairwell saying it was my chair.
And voila! It is back at the foot of the stairs when I come home 6 hours later.