New Chair

A new chair arrived in my lounge about the same time at that tree with lights on; a nice chair, comfortable, and parked next to the box with fire.  My chair.


Leather.

People sit on my chair - Mr B's daughter, Mr B - so I have to sit on them.  They will get the message eventually I expect.

Mr B remarked that he couldn't read the guide on the TV from there (so what has that got to do with anything?  I don't need to read the TV) and moved my chair away from the fire box.

Dilemma.

Chair or fire.

Not fair.

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