The Sofa

Our sofa is tiny. Let’s start with that. Ancient and falling apart, my mum insists on keeping coloured blankets on the arms to hide the massive tears in the cover. It is white (always a mistake in our house) which shows up the crumbs and stains beautifully and is so uncomfortable it might be better to sleep in a tree. Seriously.

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