Daughter spends most time on it. She appears to have found a solution to its lack of comfort. She rearranges two thirds of the cushions (the orange and the cream ones) to support her back and under her legs which are thrust out in front of her. So if anyone else shows up wanting to watch TV with her... well it's suddenly it's even less comfortable than it was before Daughter got there.
Once, many years ago, just after we were married, we inherited a sofa from one of our parents. We were most grateful for it because we had no money at the time. The sofa was the most hideous looking thing ever, but OMG, it was comfortable. I think that piece of furniture might have been the one where the sofa became the place that I loved to read.
I think there might be such a thing as the perfect sofa: one that looks beautiful and is dreamily comfortable too. One day, I hope to own one like that.
