The festive alley

Said goodbye to the last old sofa today. It's joined its matching partner in the garage which, to add insult to injury, looks like it will flood tonight.

We bought the sofas in 1990 just after we bought our first flat in Edinburgh and they have survived everything life has thrown at them from the usual spillages through to years of divebombing and constant abuse from the kids, they've also been used as emergency beds for unexpected guests on many occasions. However, a few weeks ago our first sleek, vintage (yes, that means Ebay) Danish designed sofa arrived and any minute the second one will be delivered. Another sign of the passing of time.

I'll miss the old comfy sofas though, not surprising when you consider I slumped gratefully on them practically every day for 22 years. Mind you, they were imbued with all manner of family body fluids so the garage is probably the best place for them.