I have the mankiest sofa in the world currently residing in my hallway. It goes along the lines of this:
When I first moved to Jersey (about 8 years ago) my employers put me in accommodation which they owned. It was a huuuuge three storey Victorian townhouse and I shared it with four other blokes who worked for the same bank.
It was a great place to live. We had jelly fights, let off the fire extinguishers on a regular basis, annoyed the neighbours with latenight parties (on one occasion resulting in next door throwing oranges at our window in order to try and attract our attention to the fact the music was unappreciated at 5 in the morning) and generally lived in a similar manner to the way students do.
Alas, any furniture we needed we had to buy ourselves. The cheek of it! So, somewhere along the way we scored a cheap sofa from a friend-of-a-friend. By cheap I mean it cost us a fiver. Ohhhhh yeah.
The sofa became part of the family and whenever someone needed to borrow it we would cart it up and down 3 flights of stairs. Normally, however, we left it in Wes' room because he was the most accommodating about having parties and suchlike.
When the Bank sold the property a few years later we all moved in to our own accommodation yet the sofa remained within the group. Whoever needed a sofa was free to borrow it and it has been that way ever since. For the last 2 years it has been with Ben.
The main reason I have been partying so much over the last week is because Ben is leaving the Island. Booooo
. Last Wednesday was his last official party and we all got remarkably drunk, resulting in me getting to bed at 4.30am if you recall from recent journals. Anyhow, Ben threatened to take the sofa back to the UK with him and, in a drunken state of panic, everyone agreed I should look after the sofa until such times as it is needed again, as I have a large storage room of sufficient size to park it for a while.
So, I got home from work yesterday to find out that Ben had finally left the Island but not without randomly leaving the sofa on my front door step. Just there. Looking at me going "What? I'm a sofa, what do you expect me to do other than sit here?"
It doesn't fit in my storage room so I have to climb over it to get out of my front door every morning. I don't begruge it tho because, well, that sofa could tell you some stories. Behind all the burn marks and 'interestingly coloured' stains it is an old friend of the group. It is....Sofa.
Anyway, I had Marks and Spencer Clotted Cream Rice Pudding for breakfast
When I first moved to Jersey (about 8 years ago) my employers put me in accommodation which they owned. It was a huuuuge three storey Victorian townhouse and I shared it with four other blokes who worked for the same bank.
It was a great place to live. We had jelly fights, let off the fire extinguishers on a regular basis, annoyed the neighbours with latenight parties (on one occasion resulting in next door throwing oranges at our window in order to try and attract our attention to the fact the music was unappreciated at 5 in the morning) and generally lived in a similar manner to the way students do.
Alas, any furniture we needed we had to buy ourselves. The cheek of it! So, somewhere along the way we scored a cheap sofa from a friend-of-a-friend. By cheap I mean it cost us a fiver. Ohhhhh yeah.
The sofa became part of the family and whenever someone needed to borrow it we would cart it up and down 3 flights of stairs. Normally, however, we left it in Wes' room because he was the most accommodating about having parties and suchlike.
When the Bank sold the property a few years later we all moved in to our own accommodation yet the sofa remained within the group. Whoever needed a sofa was free to borrow it and it has been that way ever since. For the last 2 years it has been with Ben.
The main reason I have been partying so much over the last week is because Ben is leaving the Island. Booooo
. Last Wednesday was his last official party and we all got remarkably drunk, resulting in me getting to bed at 4.30am if you recall from recent journals. Anyhow, Ben threatened to take the sofa back to the UK with him and, in a drunken state of panic, everyone agreed I should look after the sofa until such times as it is needed again, as I have a large storage room of sufficient size to park it for a while.
So, I got home from work yesterday to find out that Ben had finally left the Island but not without randomly leaving the sofa on my front door step. Just there. Looking at me going "What? I'm a sofa, what do you expect me to do other than sit here?"
It doesn't fit in my storage room so I have to climb over it to get out of my front door every morning. I don't begruge it tho because, well, that sofa could tell you some stories. Behind all the burn marks and 'interestingly coloured' stains it is an old friend of the group. It is....Sofa.
Anyway, I had Marks and Spencer Clotted Cream Rice Pudding for breakfast
Love and kisses
Michelle xx
OMG, Clotted Cream Rice Pudding - YUMMY
Love and kisses
Michelle xx