When you’re trying with little success to rid your place of stuff and when the stuff fills a double garage and at least one room, with other rooms a bit crowded, you should not accumulate any more stuff, but I can explain.
There was a damsel in distress. I was on my horse. She asked ‘would you?’ What was a gallant knight errant to say? Or to do? There’s only one thing a knight can do in such circumstances:
Actually quite chuffed with my ill-gotten gains. Check those armrests as drinks platforms. These are practical, serviceable, lekker chairs. Comfy. Thanks Petrea!
I do suppose Louis knew Petrea was divesting them of assets while he was far away in Gurugram . . .
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This acquisition is made worse as just the day before I was rolling my eyes at my Dad (96) who in one breath was stating his absolute determination – ‘this time’ – to get rid of stuff; and in the next breath was mulling over buying two new armchairs for the room he wants to add on to his house ‘for her (that’s Mom Mary) to sit in the sun as the room will have big windows.’
Right. Alone in a three bedroom house with Mom now in a home, he thinks what he needs is an extra room and two new chairs.
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knight errant – a medieval knight who traveled around sponging and sometimes doing brave or dodgy things and helping people who were in trouble if they were of his class or ‘above’ – Cambridge, improved
knight – a man given a rank of honour by a British king or queen because of his special achievements, usually for said queen’s benefit. Entitled to be called “Sir / Meneer”
medieval – related to the Middle Ages (the period in European history from about 600 CE to 1500 CE)
special achievements – usually helping said king or queen purloin or keep ill-gotten gains
hie’ kom ek – here I come! Stand back!
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Footnote: Don’ wurry. When the last days of Elston arrived and when stoot came to shove, Louis whipped in and rescued ‘his’ furniture, including Louw’s huge recliner, and some other stuff besides.
stoot – shove