Discovering I Don’t Need a Sofa

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During the lockdown, we got rid of our sofa. My partner hated our sofa. He said we would get another smaller, more stylish sofa. He sold our sofa for forty quid to someone on Facebook.

But once the sofa was gone, I didn’t miss it very much. I sit or lie on the carpet in our living room.

My mum complained, “What about old people like us with creaky bones? What if we visit?”

But it was lockdown. We are out of the habit of having visitors. I can’t see much point in a sofa.

My parents visited once, and we provided fold-out chairs. I feel a little sorry for them, but not enough to buy a sofa. We can always visit them instead and sit on their sofa.

What do you think? Is a sofa important?