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.
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.
