Moving furniture

is not something to be done unless absolutely necessary.  My lovely youngest nephew is here for a few days and gave up a morning of his precious holiday catching up with friends in order to help my BIL move some for me.

We moved the really important furniture. Oh, the bed or the table and chairs? No, the bookshelves.

Middle Cat and I had measured and we knew where I wanted the furniture to go. I thought it would be simple and it should have been but my BIL had other ideas.

I needed a new desk. The desk I have here has never been satisfactory and it would not fit into the space I had planned. Putting it anywhere else meant there would be other problems. I knew what sort of thing I wanted - not too large. 

"I've saved you some money Cat," my BIL told me, "They are throwing things out at work so I got you a desk. I've put it in the place for you."

Middle Cat warned me, "It's big."

I saw it yesterday. Yes, it is big. It is much too big. What is more it is a table rather than a desk. There is no shelving underneath it. It reminds me of a trestle table. Yes, it is that sort of size. I groaned inwardly. What can I say to him? He was so pleased with his bargain. He really does think he is doing me a favour. 

The living area does not look right to me. It is not simply that it is not the way I envisaged it. The issue is more complicated than that. The placement of the "desk" is wrong. It means the bookshelves are in the wrong place and the two chairs from the lounge suite will also be in what feels like the wrong place.

I hope Middle Cat can find time to look at what my BIL decided on yesterday. I hope she will agree with me. It is all very well people saying, "Just tell him" because I know I can try and he will not listen. He will tell me, "No, it's better this way. You'll get used to it."

I just wish I could move furniture by myself.