...And With The Scars To Prove It
I'm back from a week's leave which included a fight with a four-seater sofa. I came off rather badly, despite being armed with a Stanley knife, electric saw and a hammer.
I had to remove the sofa from the house we're just about to sell in Glasgow. When we bought it ten years ago we discovered that it wouldn't fit through the front door and we'd had to take a window out to get it into the house. This time I decided to save the cost of a glazier and simply saw the sofa in half and man-handle the pieces out the door. That was easier said that done. I started at 6pm and by midnight I was still wrestling with a huge hunk of wood and foam rubber and trying to avoid dozens of nails and open staples that were sticking out of it. That's when the sofa decided to fight back. It lunged at me and two fang-like nails went straight into my chin. It was like something from a novel.
Anyway, I share this tale of everyday life because, as you may have heard on Good Morning Scotland today, it's and we're all being encouraged to go online and record details of our daily routines so that future generations can laugh at us. Fisticuffs with furniture. How primitive!
