New home found …

March 11th, 2011 — 6:34am, Comment »

It turns out a reader had her eye on this sofa already, so jumped at the chance to take it off my hands!  Didn’t that turn out well?  I’m happy it’s going to a good home.  I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that I’m also feeling a little sad, a tad emotional about it leaving. After all, we’ve been through quite a lot together, this sofa and I.  It’s given me a lot of support over the years – particularly in the lumbar region.  Seriously, isn’t it interesting that even if we want and seek it, change can be so uncomfortable?  Or am I just getting old?

 

View from sofa while icing my bung knee

June 22nd, 2010 — 4:34am, Comment »

Tomorrow we leave for Beijing for 2 weeks to visit son no 2, Sam, who moved there earlier this year.   No, I haven’t packed, in fact I haven’t done much at all except lay on the sofa with a bag of frozen peas on a bung knee, doing the prescribed exercises, and trying not to hyperventilate while thinking of all the other things I should be doing.   However at some point, I realised that I was quite enjoying the view…

Cushioned comfort …

View From Couch

Spot the Scrabble …

View From Couch

It had occurred to me recently that son no 3, Conor (13yrs), had never played or even heard of scrabble.  I decided to rectify this state of affairs  and introduce him to an old fashioned game of days gone by - long before Runescape, Fiesta, YouTube and Facebook.  I’m pleased to say that scrabble has been a success – in more ways than one.  As well as being loads of fun, my son has opened a dictionary …  I know – amazing.

However, I have to say that playing with plastic tiles just isn’t the same.  I miss the wooden tiles and tile holder that we played with when I was young – sturdy, smooth and darkened with age.   I am now longing for wooden scrabble tiles – a reminder of days gone by.