He is an actual delight, and doubles as a double bed! But he needs a name. At the moment he is Sir Sofa, which may stick, so if anyone has a better suggestion then let me know. I went to a fine Swedish establishment yesterday in order to get him, which you may have heard of in passing; it's called IKEA. I took a photo, but it has been raining non-stop since Wednesday so it looks unutterably grim, so I will leave the largest IKEA in the world to your imaginations.
It was fine when I got there, about 20 minutes after opening (this sounds impressively early, but the Swedish attitude to working hours is that they should not get in the way of life, which sounds good to me. As a consequence most shops seem to open at around 10am and close at about 4pm), but by the time I left it was HEAVING, mostly with small screamy childers. It didn't occur to me that I would have to get a sofa home all by myself until I picked him up on a trolley and pushed him out to EB. I then struggled for about quarter of an hour to get him into the back of a C3, whilst three car-loads of people who wanted my parking space watched me from the dry safety of their cars. I managed it, and drove home, where I didn't have a handy trolley for the manoeuvering of Sir Sofa, so I pushed him end over end across the road, whilst his cardboard wrapping disintegrated in the rain. As I reached the front door it fell apart completely, leaving me holding seven bits of sofa and trying to get inside. But now he is here, and assembled, and I spent about 4 hours last night sitting on him watching Cranford and drinking rum and coke.
Perhaps the word for today should be soffa?
Hejdå!
Laura x
Sofules (pronouced so-few-lees)
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