What started out as an easy purchase with free delivery of a big and comfy sofa bed back about a year ago when I lived in a ground floor studio flat with a wide front entrance turned into a bit of a nightmare recently when I tried to relocate the behemoth of a butt-rest to its new home – the living area of loft at the top of three narrow flights of stairs with even narrower doorways.
A tiny bit of blood, lots and lots of sweat and thankfully no tears later, I along with some very much appreciated brain and brawn assistance from my friend Richard finally managed to get the [insert all sorts of lovely expletives here] sofa in the desired space.
But I honestly didn’t think we were gonna make it. And I really really thought I was going to have to embark upon a new sofa beds search. Budget stretched to the limit (with no plans to purchase any more furniture), wits at their end and my back absolutely killing me, I was distressed to say the least.
Seemingly thwarted atop the last staircase with the sofa wedged firmly in a doorway – and only feet away from where it was to be place – I started to wonder if we were going to have to haul the [insert more expletives here] all the way back down to the street … and I really didn’t know if we were going be able to manage that without hacking the thing apart first.
But some last minute ‘umph’ came by way of a crabby old mover “helping” move my stuff from storage into the flat. Exasperated and with Richard stuck behind the sofa, he looked up from the bottom of the stairs and sized up our situation and definitively declared “You’ll never get that in there.” Just the inspiration we needed!
Some measurements, strategizing and a few solid heave-hoes and we were in with the win. The sofa looks fine and ain’t goin’ anywhere for a long, long time.
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