Since I’m moving house soonish, and am planning to buy a new couch and do a hatchet job in the kitchen with that cool looking but unusable (to me) ancient oven, there seem to be an awful lot of kitchen and furniture catalogues finding their way into my junk mail.
It’s like they know.
I’ve dutifully looked through some of them, trying to find what I like. Which is not easy. I’m finding it much easier to identify what I don’t like, which may mean it’s a process of elimination. I swear the furniture catalogue that arrived today had a full page of leather lounge suites — all hideous. Cross them off the list.
Perhaps I need to get out and about and look at some of this stuff in person. But first I need to get the various house purchase paperwork done: I’ve got wads of the stuff from the bank (the home loan), the solicitors (including a request to measure the place… lordy lordy, must find that tape measure) and the home insurance people.
Blimey, it’s complicated.