This is getting silly. Nipping upstairs to try and sort out an interesting variation on the theme "my printer doesn't work," I blunder into a leather sofa propped up on one end in the lift lobby. It's the one from Catty that I last fell over in Carbootsale.
If it follows me home I'm damned if I'm going to ask my mother if I can keep it.
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