Sofa Not So Good

You wouldn’t think it would be so hard to get rid of a sofa.  Like any responsible citizen when we acquired our new sofa (from British Heart Foundation) our first thought was to donate the old one back to them.  Did they want it?  Yes, so long as the fire label was there.  It was.  Well, the men came, they saw and they spotted a couple of ink stains we had completely forgotten about, and they said no thanks.

The next port of call was freecycle.  I took a lovely photo:

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which unaccountably posted upside-down and refused to be righted, I described it lovingly and sent it out into Charnwood to seek its fortune.  I eagerly checked my inbox for the next few days – nothing.  * Sigh *  The world – or at least Loughborough and its environs – does not want our sofa.  What next?  A search of the council website threw up Sue Ryder: I emailed them to arrange collection and this morning got a message asking me to call.  I called.  You wouldn’t think calling a charity about a sofa would be like phoning the Universal Credit helpline, but I was put on hold while a succession of annoying and repetitive messages played.  I was number two in the queue.  Five minutes later I was still number two in the queue.  Bollocks to it: I hung up and called back a while later, at which point I was number five in the queue.  I gave up and emailed them.

If Sue Ryder also turn their noses up at the ink stains we will go to Sofa.  They will almost certainly take it but we’ll have to wait a couple of weeks.  *Sigh*  Why is it so hard to do the right thing?  I could have just taken it to the tip and had done with it.  Ah, but then could I live with myself?

The new sofa’s good though.  Here it is proudly displayed in the shop:

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Kirk out

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