Sofa so good
When I was at my sister's, the conversation turned to furniture, as it does, and I mentioned that I had decided to get a sofa for the flat. My mum rang me on Friday to say that she had two sofas (which I already knew), and she only wanted one for her living room. She very kindly offered me her second sofa, which I accepted. She'd wanted to replace it with a chair for some time, to create more space. And I have her old rocking chair which she'd be happy to get back. Just a matter of getting it transported from Wolverhampton to London, which would still cost far less than even a mid-range one, and still less than this one originally cost. She made a few enquiries, and rang again on Friday night to say she'd found someone with a van who'd deliver it. A very reliable guy, apparently, highly recommended by the removal firm she first contacted, and not charging too much. He'd be picking the sofa up from her place at one on Saturday.
Okay. A bit short notice. I've let the flat get pretty untidy in the last few weeks. My project for Bank holiday weekend was to tidy, de-clutter and clean the place. When discussing the sofa on Friday morning, I'd told Mum I needed to get rid of various broken PCs, a computer workstation desk unit and other stuff, and re-organise the living room. Seems I now had to get this done by five the next day. I set the alarm for seven, and when it went off I set to work. Several hours of frantic clearing, hoovering, dismantling and measuring later, Mum called again. The guy with the van had arrived two hours early, and was on his way ahead of schedule. So I dashed out to get the cash to pay him and do a hasty food shop, dropping off a load of junk to a charity shop en route, and dashed back. After a fifteen minute break for a sandwich nd cup of coffee, I resumed frantic game of furniture Tetris. By taking the castors and shelf superstructure off the old workstation, I was able to fit it between the bath and washbasin in the bathroom. It actually looks OK there and gives me a bit of storage space. The garden chair from the bathroom is now out on the balcony, and the shelving from the workstation on my desktop.
I'd just had time to do the washing up I'd left all day when the guy arrived with the sofa. We carried it up the stairs, installed it in the living room. When he'd gone, taking the rocking chair back to Mum, I sank into my new sofa and just sat in comfort for a while, looking out the window at birds and aeroplanes and clouds in the sky.
Still need to do some more adjusting and arranging - the sofa's a bit bigger than anticipated, so I'll have to move a few more things round, but I have some ideas about what can go where and I should end up with more space all round as well as somewhere to put my feet up.
Okay. A bit short notice. I've let the flat get pretty untidy in the last few weeks. My project for Bank holiday weekend was to tidy, de-clutter and clean the place. When discussing the sofa on Friday morning, I'd told Mum I needed to get rid of various broken PCs, a computer workstation desk unit and other stuff, and re-organise the living room. Seems I now had to get this done by five the next day. I set the alarm for seven, and when it went off I set to work. Several hours of frantic clearing, hoovering, dismantling and measuring later, Mum called again. The guy with the van had arrived two hours early, and was on his way ahead of schedule. So I dashed out to get the cash to pay him and do a hasty food shop, dropping off a load of junk to a charity shop en route, and dashed back. After a fifteen minute break for a sandwich nd cup of coffee, I resumed frantic game of furniture Tetris. By taking the castors and shelf superstructure off the old workstation, I was able to fit it between the bath and washbasin in the bathroom. It actually looks OK there and gives me a bit of storage space. The garden chair from the bathroom is now out on the balcony, and the shelving from the workstation on my desktop.
I'd just had time to do the washing up I'd left all day when the guy arrived with the sofa. We carried it up the stairs, installed it in the living room. When he'd gone, taking the rocking chair back to Mum, I sank into my new sofa and just sat in comfort for a while, looking out the window at birds and aeroplanes and clouds in the sky.
Still need to do some more adjusting and arranging - the sofa's a bit bigger than anticipated, so I'll have to move a few more things round, but I have some ideas about what can go where and I should end up with more space all round as well as somewhere to put my feet up.