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When my flatmate and I moved into our new apartment a little over one month ago, the movers had to leave both his settees on the pavement because they did not go through the door (even after unscrewing the frame to gain a few inches). The following evening a couple of hot Australian neighbours (I trust G.'s word, I was out that night) asked him if they could have them.
This morning IKEA delivered a new couch that G. had ordered a month ago. He chose a narrow model and then measured it three times in the shop, to be absolutely sure that it would pass through the main door and then through the door to our flat. It did indeed, only to get vertically stuck in the narrow staircaise that leads to the second floor where the living room is. He had forgotten to measure how long it was.
I will therefore have to work for a couple more days while sitting down on cushions on the floor, my laptop exactly where it was designed to be (on my lap) – G. has bought a pair of two-seaters and they will be be delivered on Friday afternoon – if they fit.