They came today to take away our two old sofas. I know it sounds a bit odd but I felt quite upset - in fact Icouldn't watch them leave. I remember laughing when some-one told me that their son had sat in the garage on their old sofa for 6 months after they had got a new one. But now I can see how he felt. I might have to go and visit them in the charity shop that I have sent them to.
I have been going on for months about the state of them - they were 18 years old and frankly were showing the signs that they had seen active service. People would come round and get lost in them, they were so saggy. We ordered bigger, better, new ones about 3 months ago and finally heard last week that they are to be delivered tomorrow.
Strangely since the delivery date has been set the old ones have become very comfortable. The lived in look that really annoyed me has looked more appealing (shabby chic? - may be stretching it a bit I think). Where I used to complain that there was not enough room for two of us to put our feet up - suddenly it is rather cosy.
Anyway they have gone, leaving a bare space which hopefully will be filled by the new ones tomorrow. Next problem is that as soon as the van went down the road hubby starts to measure up the door frame and can't see how bigger and better will fit through the door .........