picked up a futon from freecycle yesterday,got it home and there the saga began,took us an hour to put it together

normal amount of curseing and swearing off hubby,me threatning to go in the other room and *let him get on with it* and him saying sorry,gets said futon set up.find out theres not enough room in the spare room,so drag the damm thing into the front room get it set up there,hubby then decides it dont look right,but if he moves stuff around in the spare room he can set it up there,so drag it yet again through the flat to spare room,where its going to stay,cause im not moving the damm thing anymore

all this for *just in case* we have ppl staying over,last time we had house guests was last new years eve

so dont know what the rush was.well i suppose it will come in handy when charlies snoring drives me outta bed

saga ends
