This Time I Was Actually Right
So today we finally got round to getting the rest of downstairs sorted out. It involved a lot of lifting, pushing, moving things around, dusting, and deciding where to put a large number of bottles of alcohols at various levels.
Anyway, I've been wanting to change the sofa covers for a while. And my Dad was obviously tired and didn't want to do it today. But I wanted to, and I knew he wouldn't want to, so I said I'd do it myself.
He didn't believe I'd be able to do it, but he let me try anyway. So I did it. And it was easier than he made it sound. Sure, it did take some effort to get the old covers off and put the other ones on, and I made a few mistakes with which cushions needed which cushion covers, but I managed it in the end.
So this time I was actually right about being able to do something I hadn't done before.