Strange Times

A strange thing has happened. A decision made. And there was no doubt in my mind. I had to choose between a trip to the South Island (could have been anywhere, we had two weeks annual leave and the country to choose from), or a new sofa that I had been hankering on about for some time.

A rift in the universe may have occurred as I choose the sofa. A decision Adam could not understand. We have two fine little sofas, why change, why update. We brought these off the folks moving our of our house as we moved in. They are supportive, still in good condition, fit the room, adequate and I would never ever have brought them. I hope someone out there understands. The new sofa idea has been in my mind for some time, a vision if you like of how I can update the little rental we call home. I did point out while searching that we have a perfectly splendid and lovely sofa in the UK that we could transport over here...well, that idea met less of a response than the idea of a new sofa at all, so I gave up on that one and continued the search. We found one that is what we are after (we had a list) and will just fit into the room (I reckoned) and I was given the choice - holiday away or sofa. No, I can't have both. Oh.

The sofa was brought. I got a little discount and then played really pathetic when they told me I'd have to wait 6 weeks for delivery. The sad face and the begging look may have helped but the kind man arranged a sofa to magically appear within a week. The delivery guys did look a little concerned because it really did just fit. I think it's perfect. The cats think it's perfect. Marvellous choice. Now what did we do with two weeks in Auckland.