Seven years ago, before I became a dad and was put in charge of a little human life, I bought a sofa.
An afternoon was set aside to visit a few sofa showrooms and browse the range.
This is not a decision that should be taken lightly as the sofa is arguably the most important piece of furniture in the living room.
It will be there when I need to unwind. It will be there when I want to chill out and watch my favourite television programmes and it will be there to host conversation between friends and family.
It is also there to add beauty and elegance to the room. Well that’s what the store’s catalogue said.
To be honest I just wanted something half-decent to sit on.
So after looking at the various types, such as recliner sofas, corner sofas and fabric sofas, I finally found what I was looking for.
A leather sofa that was shiny, comfy and cosy. It even had that lovely new sofa smell.
Fast forward to 2014 and that sofa is looking very different.
No longer is it shiny. Even with some leather polish to try to bring it back to life it looks like it wants to be put out of its misery.
The comfort it would give at the end of a long day has gone.
The springiness (ideal for bouncing) that it once had has disappeared and that new sofa smell had been replaced with smells that my nose doesn’t welcome.
You might think seven years is a good life span for a sofa, but I think it would have lasted many more years if it wasn’t for the destructive force that is my two daughters.
Thanks to three-year-old Alyssa and five-year-old Caitlin it is almost time to let the leather sofa go to the place all sofas go when they have reached the end of their life – the tip.
Over the past five years since I walked through my front door with a new baby who quickly turned into a toddler then a pre-schooler and is now a five-year-old going on 13, the sofa has been in decline.
Drinks have been spilled and food has been smeared
And need I say more than on a few occasions the sick bucket was out of reach at the crucial moment.
So now the sofa is off to sofa heaven and our brand new one has arrived.
Once again it is shiny, comfy and cosy and it even has that lovely new sofa smell.
This means new rules have come into immediate effect. From now on there will be no eating or drinking on sofa and certainly no climbing.
I’m determined this new sofa will stand the test of time.
Wish me luck.
With two children and an energetic springer spaniel in the house, I’m going to need it.