Monday, July 31, 2017

Shit cushion

In the shed for laptop seating I use a battered wooden chair—the last survivor of a second hand heavy duty wooden dining set bought some decades before. Only its solid woodeness means a sore arse after about 20 minutes.

I had a cushion for the seat but due to IBS and thin ladies PJ pants I had seared one side of it with taint from my taint. 

So I turned the cushion over.

But you can only do that once and it happened again. So I went without the cushion and put up with a sore arse.

Finally I accepted the cushion needed to be used, soiled though it was, so I solved that by using an old News Review from a weekend SMH as a one-sided slip cover.

It was unsettling seating at first but I've now gotten used to the weird melange of newspaper and cushion.

Circumstance makes for strange bedfellows. 

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