We have donated our (read Pushkin’s) sofa to a charity organisation for homeless people, which was a good thing. We were left without a spot to slump in the living room. Which is a bad thing. We are leaving the country soon, so a larger investement in a new sofa we would be leaving behind is not very appropriate. We have found the inablity to sit down to enjoy reading a book, relax with a cup of tea, or just dangle our legs off something other than our bed, totally inappropriate. So we went to the nearest Danish Salavation Army kind of thing and bought two big armchairs, kind of his and hers in size, extremely comfortable, mustard green (I know, we can add eating hotdogs to the list above) with traditional mass-production design, as sturdy as to outlive us and the generations coming. Ildikó, if you are reading this, they are the perfect wedding photo props! Or, as the picture series below illustrate, the perfect piece of furniture for toddlers tired of running around. Not only does Matthias find it cosy to sit in it, his morning ritual is running out of the bedroom, into the living room, climbing up and down, into and out of the armchair, at a speed that makes us a bit nervous at times. I think he must be confusing the chairs for a fuzzy big sister or brother, as he hugs the armrest every single morning and smiles one of those family reunion smiles, when you found your half-sister across the continent after being separated by a world-war. These armchairs are growing on us slowly – in less than a week they have been with us, we’ve used them more than we had used the sofa – an ROI worth every single penny we spent on them.