Why did we buy it?

If I am truly honest, I have been pondering how to relocate the large leather armchair, that has dominated one corner of the living room for far too bloody long.

It was commissioned on impulse by my dear wife a few years ago, and I wasn't sure about it from the outset.  The key word in the preceding sentence is impulse." 30% tends to swing from extreme procrastination to impulsivity, and the large leather chair was ordered without sufficient any thought to how it would fit in to the room.

When it arrived, I think it is fair to say, that we were both quite shocked at how large it was, especially as the living room is modest in size.  Over the years were have come to tolerate it,* but certainly not like it. For the record, I do not find it at all comfortable.

Having acquired a pair of Stressless chairs for the seating area of the dining room, I suggested that we might like to replace  the monster with a smaller chair, more appropriately proportioned to the room, and probably more comfortable too.

Hence this morning was spent heaving the monster up a steep, narrow staircase with a quarter-turn in it! I am pleased to say that we managed it, without falling out, or over, but I was shattered by the exertion of heaving a huge chair over the newel post at the top!**

The new Stressless chair now sits in the living room and looks brilliant. The room looks far less cluttered and we both find the chair pleasant to sit in.

The rest of the day involved a dog walk in the afternoon, before we headed in to Redditch to attend the Chuckl Comedy Club at the Palace Theatre. 

Russell Kane was the headline act, and I have to admit that he does tend to give me the ick. I find that he can be a bit manic/angry/preachy, which can overshadow his material. However this evening there was a great compere, and opener,*** and Kane was actually quite good, once he had stopped improvising and settled in to his material.

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* I refuse to sit in the fucking thing, going with the incontrovertible argument of "30% chose it, she can sit in it"

** It now lives in the corner of the main bedroom, and looks far better there

*** I won't bother mentioning the second act.