Dismantling the old sofas, with the new ones in the background.
I spent Monday morning feeling tired and seasick. I’m not sure how much was down to having fun so much fun on El Hierro, how much was trying to work on the computer on the boat (it’s like reading in a car – big mistake) and how much was a mild lurgy. But I didn’t get much done, even though it was obvious that the boys hadn’t exactly spent the weekend cleaning the house. In fact we went backwards, because the dishwasher broke. Lucky me, my husband managed to fix it. But by the time I realised that it had covered all the dishes in dirty, soapy water, they were mixed in with the other things in the cupboard, so the only sensible thing was to wash the whole lot again. I got one load done on Monday evening.
I was having sofas delivered on Tuesday morning. So I tidied up the living room and pulled the old sofas to one side to make space. Of course it was only common sense to mop at least the free bit of floor while it was free.
I had to move some of the junk out of the hallway so there’d be space to move the sofas in. Of course it was only common sense to mop that bit of floor, too.
Meanwhile, I was running the dishwasher pretty much continuously. It took another three loads to get everything clean. And naturally, it was only common sense to clean each shelf and drawer while it was empty.
Plus two loads of laundry.
Plus, I was going to teach, so I had to clean the kitchen. That included mopping the floor because it was embarrassing.
My friends from Franceses came for lunch, and managed to get the wooden frames from the old sofas into the van, once they’d taken the feet off. The wood will probably be reincarnated as kitchen doors.
Then I taught for two hours.
As you might imagine, I was well knackered after that lot. Which is when I made the wonderful discovery that one of the new sofas is long enough to lie down on and stretch out.
Bliss!
Loading the old sofa frames into the van.
