There is some pleasant and surprising news today as I get a call from how-many-sales-can-one-store-have sofa specialists DFS to advise me that the sofa we ordered back in October will be delivered tomorrow. This is some three week ahead of when they said it would be available, so needless to say we're extremely excited about being able to sit on our ludicrous red beast of a couch sooner than we expected.
Back at home, I busy myself getting dinner ready before K gets home and then we set about moving our existing sofa into the dining room to make space - could this blog get any more thrilling? I find it hard to imagine. This leaves us with a big space in one room and a big clutter in the other, so we get to cleaning the flat, preparing the place as if we were having a special guest to stay.
I hoover and tidy and actually sit down to do some writing while K watches the inane but plausibly research-justified reality show Four Weddings, which follows four women as they attend each other's ceremonies before passing judgment on things like the dress, the food and the entertainment. I can't think of anything worse - but K is glued to it and I'm horrified that she might actually end up applying for it. That said, if you win you get an all expenses paid exotic honeymoon, so maybe it's worth inviting three moaning strangers and a camera crew into your party. Then again, maybe not. I'm not sure me, dancing on an electric light-up dancefloor in a kilt, is the sort of thing that should go out on television.
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