This week has been a discovery week at Flat 19. All sorts of things have been showing up underneath the couch; things lost for a while, things trying to escape, things you never even realised were there.
Baking Beads.
For those of you that don't know, baking beads are used in the making of pastry and pies. They are ceramic balls that stop the pastry rising. Yesterday A found two under the couch. I can't even remember the last time I used them, so I haven't a clue how long they've been festering in the darkness. Poor things. At least the oven has a light, if somewhat large temperatures.
The Apple TV Remote.
Anyone with an Apple TV will know just how thin and tiny the remote is. It can slip down the crack of a sofa with ease and can disappear for weeks at a time. We have a sofa bed but leave the bed bit out most of the time. It's only usually when we close it that these things appear, like a shiny silver treat.
Loose Change.
Yes, this one's a given, but when you have a boyfriend like A who literally sheds coins, loose change is everywhere. And it's not always pence, it could be euro cents, dimes and nickels or whatever other currency has been changing hands.
Escapeas.
Ah, the rogue pea. A staple of couch dinners. The inevitability of that green ball running off your plate and anywhere it can get. But finding the dried crusty ones god knows how long afterwards, goes to show they really do try to escape. It is not just your inability to get them in your mouth without dropping them, they have an ulterior motive.
Okay, so those are what we did find. Know here is what I wish we'd found:
More than loose change.
Okay, again, obvious. But a few quid, or the odd fifty pound note wouldn't go amiss. Come on magic sofa. Produce. Produce.
A doorway to Narnia/ Back entrance to Hogwarts.
I can dream. I can dream. Why should it always be a mirror, or a wardrobe, or a train platform? Climbing under a sofa would be completely uncomfortable and slightly claustrophobic, but it wouldn't last long because then you'd be in the fantasy world of your choice. I can dream!
A first edition Jane Austen.
Or something else of extreme value. I mean anything trumps a dried up old pea, but you get where I'm going with this.
That thing you lost and never found.
The black hole you always think you have in your house, the place where all the lost things go, it could be under your couch, like it has it's own magnetic field or something. All the misplaced items end up there and then eventually you strike gold and find them, along with a few dried vegetables and a dime.
What would you like to find under your couch? And what crazy things have you found under your couch?
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