Months ago - and I mean months ago - we finally got round to getting new sofas. I had a bought a couple of cheap sofas when I first bought the house, with the intention of replacing them within five years. Fourteen-and-a-half years later, they remained.
We realised that in order to get the old 3-seater out of the house it would have to be broken up. I said I would do as much as I could in Jimmy's absence at work; he could finish it off in preparation for its removal on the Monday, when we had the new ones delivered.
Being me, I couldn't resist photographing various stages of the process. I don't think the photos require further explanation:
