just a flesh wound

Apart from the missing leg there didn't seem to be much wrong with this that a trip to the Foam Centre wouldn't solve. The absence of the leg would be an easy repair for all but the most mechanically incompetent and even they could have used a pile of books or a box or something else of a suitable height. Perhaps there were other reasons for throwing it out; for years my sister refused to sit in one of the two armchairs inherited from our paternal grandmother as it was the chair she'd died in and in which she had been dead in for at least twenty-four hours before discovery and removal even though the upholstery had been replaced. If the owners or tenants lacked the tools or capacity to repair the leg they could have just removed the other three (or two, if the leg of the corner up in the air was also missing) to generate a chair of a height that would make the entire floor the correct height to act as a footstool.