Urban-Cub had various administrative tasks to get through regarding the sale of the house and the changing of various accounts. The Silver Vixen pottered for a while, then sat down at the sewing machine to finish a dress that she had been making for Ellie.
The Gorse Fox returned to the study. An old video from 2003 was recut and filed before he put on his apron and headed for the stove. It was time to make up a batch of curry sauce. Some would get used tonight, and the rest would be batched up and frozen. It took a while to get things underway. The Silver Vixen was using one section of the kitchen surface, and Urban-Cub was using another bit for Ellie's lunch. The Gorse Fox couldn't be his usual expansive self. Once the sauce was done, he returned to study.
A video of a holiday to Tenerife in 2003 started to take shape. That's when the phone rang. Was it Virgin offering the Gorse Fox his refund? Nope. Was it VIP Attractions offering the Gorse Fox his refund? Nope. It was Urban-Cub. She had gone along to see Cousteau-Cub and the Coventry Hobbit and help the Coventry Hobbit collect a sofa bed from a seller in Barnham. The problem was that it was so big and heavy that they couldn't get it into the house and up the stairs.
The Gorse Fox pulled his pants on over his tights, donned his cape, and leapt into action. By the time he had got to Chichester the Coventry Hobbit had removed the bed mechanism from the sofa. Despite this we had an absolute nightmare trying to thread the sofa through the door and then up the stairs and into the target bedroom. Once it was finally in the right room, we then had to reinstall the bed frame mechanism. This, again, proved to be an absolute devil of a job. A little bit of logic, a lot of brute force, and and some sheer luck finally came together and so did the sofa bed. What was it about threading a camel through the eye of a needle? Hopefully, this will be the last of Cousteau-Cub's brilliant online furniture buys.
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