Head Rambles Manor is not a big place.

In fact it is a small cottage with a bit of an extension wot I built around fifty years ago [with a little drop of supervision from my father].

In fact it is about the perfect size.  Each room is just about big enough for its function so there is no wasted space but there is no spare space either.

To this day I'm not sure quite how it happened but over the years we seemed to acquire quite a lot of furniture.  I have a feeling Herself joined one of those websites where people offer their junk, or something, but whatever, we acquired it.

At the last count, I had an armchair, Herself had an armchair.  Penny had two armchairs, two two-seater couches and a three-seater all to herself.  Things were getting a little crowded but Penny was extremely pleased with herself.  She would sleep for a while on one of her many couches and would then stretch herself and move to another.  A life of fucking bliss.  But in the meantime I spent my time squeezing between the various bits of furniture just to get anywhere.

This week I had had enough.  I borrowed a van and removed the three-seater and a two-seater and being extremely civic minded, I left them up at a nice view point up the mountains where weary travelers can rest their bones and enjoy the magnificent view of Lugnaquilla Mountain.

I can now walk around the place with ne'er a shimmy or a swerve.  I can walk in a straight line without having to walk sideways anywhere.  There is so much extra space.

The dog has gone down with a major blast of depression!

Ever since my trip she has been in a bit of a sulk and is hardly sleeping.  For fucks sake she still has her own two armchairs and two two-seaters!  What more does she fucking want?  As I type this she is lying on the floor where one of the couches used to be and is giving me dirty looks.

I can't win!