When does a good deal on a love seat become a bad one? When I realise I have to drive to Basingstoke and back to get it
At least once a week my wife texts me a picture of some secondhand furniture: a table from an auction site; a pair of lamps from a car boot sale; a bench from a vintage shop. My responses invariably infuriate her, either for being downbeat (“hmm”) or obtuse (“what is it made of”), so I assume she only sends me these pictures when she wants to be talked out of a rash purchase.
This time it’s a web link to a picture captioned “Love Seat”. But it seems larger than a love seat – it could easily accommodate two people who weren’t speaking. I think: maybe that’s what she likes about it. But the posted price seems reasonable. The main drawback of this sofa is that it’s in Basingstoke.
