New sofa. Old cat.

I have returned from my two week retreat, alive if a little boiled. On my return journey I deviated via Ikea and loaded up! I could barely fit in the full size wicker reindeer I bought in Newtown.
The flat pack 80kg sofa had to be lifted onto my roof rack by the trolley men. Bless their socks. I suspect there was lots of cursing, but then I don't speak Arabic.