My sofa was bought new by my Aunt,who bought another and gave this one to my Mum.She bought another and gave this one to my brother.He got another and gave this one to us when we moved in this house,cos our lovely,but also hand me down, comfy two sofas wouldn't fit through any door or window of our house.
I miss that sofa.One day we'll get a new one,I don't see the point now.This has holes in,the stuffing is regularly pulled out,it's been spilled on,it's been jumped on,it's not pretty or particularly comfy.I just refuse to spend money on one the kids'll only wreck.
My brother broke the old one up,it was too big for his house too.He found pens,pencils,a whole phone
,some keys,a plastic spoon,a metal spoon and fork(I had wondered where the kids cutlery was going),various lego,knex,geomags and small toys inside,down that bit you can't reach.He filled a whole carrier bag with what he found