Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
My theory for buying furniture for the new house was it was all going to be different. The furniture was going to be oversized this time around. No more being squashed into corners because of the dogs.
The sofas in the study can seat four people each, there are big armchairs in every room; and yet here I am, on a ledge reminiscent of the ledges I’ve been allocated by dogs for much of my life. I suppose I should be thankful they’re not trying to sit on the laptop while I’m typing, for now, anyway.