Saturday, 18 February 2012

When the cat's away...

Imagine my outright horror to return from a wonderfully relaxing holiday in Cape Town to find a delivery of Ikea furniture had been made.  More precisely, a disgusting, mint-green two-seater sofa.

Apparently, it was a present from a Great Aunt.

I can tell you I was consumed by murderous rage to find this disgusting item of Ikea furniture in my banquet hall.  It is the sort of furniture one finds in council-run seaside nursing homes.  I didn't ask for it.  It is an unwanted gift, a crude object, one of loathsome distaste.

Needless to say, it did not stay in the above condition for very long.

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