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. 

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