So, last week I found a really comfy, good quality and cheap slouchy arm chair on e-bay. I put in a bid, and left it at that. Well, turns out I won the bid.
Before I launch into my thrilling 'not quite picked-up pick-up' story, I first need to explain WHY I wanted a slouchy couch, because I so understand that you're just DYING to know 
I LOVE slouchy arm-chairs. They are brilliant... They allow you to snuggle up with a good book, or snooze, or day-dream or think. They're great for when friends come over and you're having a cry or laugh about something. I believe they are the reason the 10 second rule (law in some homes) was invented (which allows you 10 seconds grace to return to your seat upon vacating it before it's open season for other people). Prior to which there was mob-like violence when chair poaching occurred (especially when said chair was particularly comfy!!). If you haven't heard about this rule, then clearly you've been doing your posterior a disservice in terms of the seating you've exposed it to!!
Basically, I drove all the way across London with Tammy (my housemate after fetching her from work) to fetch the chair. We arrived (not quite Thelma and Louise style, but pretty darn close) at the pick-up point at about 9pm last night.
We (when I say we, I mean the guy selling it and his son) spent an hour trying to get it INTO my car (hmmm... it appears I might have been grossly over-optimistic about the size of my car in relation to the arm-chair - tee hee, SHURRUP boys, I know what you're thinking! don't say it... 'girls').
We (again, the guy and his son) even started unscrewing bits and pieces inside the car (in the boot) to make room and STILL couldn’t get it in!
Oh we laughed so much. I felt like SUCH a girl!!! We were both shattered this morning when we had to get up for work after getting home rather late. But we’re still giggling. In our defence (OK this is a rather pathetic defence) I did buy the arm-chair from flat living Brits who were terribly proper and polite and convinced for quite some time that we COULD get it into the car. I'm fairly sure that if I’d bought it from South African boys they would have seen in the first 10 minutes it wouldn’t fit and given me some chiding advice! so funny…
SO, I’ve hired a small van and will be driving through with Tammy tomorrow to get it. I am SO shipping that thing home if/when I leave the UK after this episode.
It's a great arm-chair, and I've decided to name it Mildred - Solid, supportive, comfy yet slightly resistant to change/moving. I think the name suites!
posted @ Friday, June 08, 2007 12:46 PM