Demolition man

In November 2003 we took delivery of a 2 seater sofa. Big mistake, its crap and we've had to call them out twice to sort it out. First time was the legs. The plastic stoppers at the bottom had disappeared up the metal legs leaving them acting like pastry cutters on the carpet.

The second time we called them out, one of the legs had broken - except it wasn't the leg, it was the frame and they glued it together. I wasn't impressed.

Well, quelle surprise, the sodding thing broke again. I suggested I rang them and had a tantrum but Jonathan wanted to fix it himself so it would get done properly (?? his words, not mine.)

So for the last couple of days we have had a dismembered, upside-down sofa in the living room, which I think Jonathan is intent on replacing every bit of wood in. I'm not allowed to ask when it will be sorted out. He's made several trips to buy wood, metal brackets, and special screws. But the besting thing is he's bought a great big staple/nail gun.

Wait until the kids find it.