Today, we paid £26.30 for the council to come and chew up our old sofas like a shark feeding on a bloody corpse. Well, there might be a bit of artistic license there, but I did feel a bit sad watching them getting crunched - and a bit disappointed that no charitable group wanted to adopt our old sofas because they had been cosmetically damaged by the cats.
We had to get them on the drive before 8am and Dominic and Max couldn't wait to clamber about on them. I did think about sitting having my morning coffee on one out on the drive, but figured that one of the neighbours might get repetitive strain injury from curtain twitching and restrained myself. Oh to be five or three and not give a toss again.
No comments:
Post a Comment