Bed Unconsolable

Well my poor bed has lost one of it's oldest buddies .... Chesty, my chest of drawers. They have spent the past eight years together, never far from one anothers' side.

They have been through good times and bad times, living in four different houses with perhaps their darkest hour being a year spent in storage.

And now Chestys gone, disappearing down my street in the back of a ute. Taken by a complete stranger whose wife told him she needed a chest of drawers.

Bye Chesty. Thanks for looking after my clothes for all those years. I'll miss ya.

(You know that you are too worried about selling furniture when you start anthropomorphizing it.)