Before
tackling the lounge, I removed family pictures from the windowsills.
As you can see by the muck behind them, they had been in situ for
several years - though I had cleaned behind them at least twice
during the years I moved back in and became my Dad's carer.
I
took the covering off the old settee and got to work one Friday,
somewhat reluctantly as the task of sawing up a sofa was not exactly
exciting. You can see how it looked when I was a child in the above
photo - before it was recovered by a cheap sofa cover. We used to
have a pet cat as I grew up - and it used the sofa as a scratching
post - hence the ratty arm edge.
I
began by turning it upside down and rescuing 3-4 fat-bellied black
spiders. I caught these in a sugar bowl and tossed them into the yard
sadly. They may only be bugs, but I felt upset having to throw them
out of their home.
I
managed to saw part of an arm off - but then hit a problem. It
sounded and felt like something metal in there. The saw was borrowed from a
friend, and so not wanting to risk damaging it, I stopped. After a
moment's thought, I decided to pay my son a bottle of beer to help me
out. He agreed to smash the sofa into pieces in exchange for a bottle
of Brooklyn.
Saturday
arrived, and he pushed, pulled, smashed, whacked, and tugged - while
I trod and sawed. The result being...
...success! (& my friend's saw was not damaged!!)
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