A stroke of luck

Ever since we moved here last summer our conservatory has been used as a bit of a dumping ground; it was jolly handy to have somewhere from where we could unpack & sort out things for the rest of the bungalow, but somehow, the conservatory itself never quite got sorted - it wasn't as if we actually had much time for sitting out there last year anyway, but now that conservatory-sitting-in weather has arrived, we decided that we could put it off no longer, & so the job was tackled this morning. We already knew that we had a massive space out there: one end is where gardening-type activities take place, further along is a futon for occasional guests, & hidden around the corner is a sink & a large bookshelf/storage unit - oh, & my scooter & wheelchair live out there too; but once we'd cleared out all the junk & removed the attractive-but-hopelessly-impractical & heavy plant stand from the middle of the floor, we were left with another decent sized area adorned with a hotch-potch of small furniture that did nothing to enhance it; "Wouldn't it be nice to have some proper conservatory furniture?" we said, "One of those cane suites would look perfect out here" But, having consulted the oracle that is Google regarding the price of such things, we consigned that idea to the 'dream on' list.

Later on we had to pop out to the supermarket, & as we passed the little retail park we remembered that there was a furniture recycling warehouse there; so, on the off-chance that we might at least find a suitable coffee table on which to park our mugs, we made a quick detour; and as we turned into the car park, there on the forecourt was exactly the sort of furniture set we'd been discussing - it even had a matching coffee table! But, being as it was plonked alongside their van, we assumed that it had been sold & was about to be delivered to some lucky person. However, Lady Luck was on our side: the furniture had only just arrived at the warehouse, & needless to say, didn't even make it inside before the table & one of the chairs were loaded into our car, then when hubby went back to collect the rest of it he took with him the tatty bits of furniture it was replacing.
So within hours of first dreaming up a dream, it had been fulfilled - and at a fraction of the cost we'd envisaged having to spend. That's a first!

And so I give you: the posh end of our conservatory ;-)

In fairness, it's not 'that' posh: the cushions each have a small tear in them where the buttons have popped off, so I suppose I'll have to re-cover them at some point; but in the meantime a little fabric glue will suffice - it's not as if our bums will notice the difference!