Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Leave a Light on for Me....

When I was about 20 I brought a couch. Light Blue. Good for Napping. It did the job. It was the 'number 1' couch for a few years there, even when mark moved in with me and we had a total of 4 couches between us in a 2 bedroom unit, my couch was the one that got primo position in the lounge room.

When we moved to our place we live in now we realised we only had enough room for one set of our couches, so we kept his which were in better condition, and threw out mine. We did however keep the couch cushions to build cubby houses out of when the mood inspired us.

So that's how we lived for a couple of years - with the blue couch cushions shoved under the good couch.

Then one day we brought a new couch. One that took up an entire wall. One that would put you to sleep if sat down on it for more than 5 minutes. I would say it's probably the most comfortable couch in the world.

Hence! we didn't need the stinkin old couches anymore or the povo blue cushions.. so we chucked em! Funnily enough they were gone by 6am the next morning, even though we had dragged them down 3 flights of stairs and left them on the street. Both couches AND the blue cushions. Gone..

Or so we thought.............

This week, I walk outside and look what's waiting for me!!!

they're baaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!!!

Not only are they back, but they brought picnic blankets with them!! (they must know of my soft spot for picnics)

It's kinda sad isn't it?? it's like we kicked them out of home, they went on their way, probably got addicted to drugs and slept around, had to go to counselling, and finally decided to come home to make amends.........

Darling leave a light on for me
Ill be there before you close the door
To give you all the love that you need
Darling leave a light on for me
cause when the world takes me away
You are still the air that I breathe

Unfortunately the council clean up guys came to take the cushions to the big furniture store in the sky (the tip!) poor things. The tip is the couch cushion version of Auschwitz. Oh well.. if they escape and come back again i'll take em back and they can live out their days under the bed.

2 comments:

blokeman said...

andnice couches they were....our first couches.....It's sad to see them at End of Life :(

Jewels Diva said...

LMAO, that's hilarious. They loved you that much they came back to you and bought their own blankies!