Feet

The old sofa has been taken away now. Before it went, I took its feet off to help ease its exit through the lounge door.

They're solid pine but with no discernible use. Other than to act as tools of procrastination as I wait for a man to arrive with food in a van.

And no. I've no idea what's going on with the ball of fluff that passes for my hair - 4 days post-hairdressers and it's already reverting to type :-(