Rearranging deckchairs

It occurred to me today that I hadn't tried setting out the furniture in my flat (which it still grinding it's painfully slow way towards completing. Some plastering work has been completed, but all of a sudden plasters in Edinburgh seem to have become a rare commodity. I suspect they sensed my need and scarpered). That I hadn't was slightly surprising. I've been concerned for a while now that the volume of furniture I have may be slightly too much for my compact and bijou flat and this is the sort of thing I should have done months ago. I'm still not sure why I didn't. I duly made my weekly pilgrimage into Edinburgh, and started pulling off dust sheets and gazing once more at my sofas and spurious other accoutrements so long hidden from my sight.

Some careful hefting ensued and I was soon pleased to discover that once I'd put everything in it's appointed configuration it all mostly fits. A little tight in a couple of places, but livably so (I hope). I'm undecided as to whether on not to keep the chair which is the sole awkward item, but I'll trial it out before I send it to where ever unwanted furniture gets sent.

Assuming that I ever manage to move into the flat, I think I'll be happy with the results.

P.S. I'm not ignoring you, I'm just... thinking.