As part of our ongoing mission to become as middle aged as possible as quickly as possible, K and I start this upsettingly hungover Saturday morning talking about our new sofa. We had planned to wait until the new year to improve our currently sub-standard sitting situation - but flicking idly through the DFS website we decide to take a ride and check out a few in the flesh. A postcode search reveals the unappetising fact that our nearest DFS store is at Brent Cross shopping centre, but we decide to go for the adventure and get the tube.
We emerge straight onto the noxious North Circular and make our way through the houses awaiting demolition, across the rickety foot bridges under the spaghetti structures of flyovers, towards the grim concrete edifice of Brent Cross. It's just a mall in the Lakeside, Bluewater style, but the place has a slightly run-down vibe about it and the pretzel-y stench of American malls I haven't smelt since trudging around one in Florida many years ago.
Undeterred, we look around John Lewis at their far-out-of-our-price-range sofas, and pop into the Apple store to ogle the improbably thin new Macbook Airs. It eventually dawns on us that DFS, being a big shop, must be in the retail park back across the main road, so we have a quick lunch in the busy food court and walk over another huge footbridge to find the seating superstore.
We find the sofa we'd had in mind and place an order for the comfy red beast - but with a seven-week delivery estimate we're going to have to contain our excitement for a while.
We head back via the tube and we're home by fiveish - just in time to have a bite to eat before walking over to Crouch End with some beers for a cheery evening in at Mike, Rick and Ellie's house. We natter away and watch bits and pieces of the classic Adam and Joe DVD - before eventually deciding to brave the outdoors and wander up to the Haringey Arms for one more drink before bed.
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