Sofa mate table : Oak kitchen table : Antique table lynn
Sofa Mate Table
- Postpone consideration of
- Present formally for discussion or consideration at a meeting
- postpone: hold back to a later time; "let's postpone the exam"
- a piece of furniture having a smooth flat top that is usually supported by one or more vertical legs; "it was a sturdy table"
- a set of data arranged in rows and columns; "see table 1"
- an upholstered seat for more than one person
- A Status of Forces Agreement (SOFA) is an agreement between a host country and a foreign nation stationing forces in that country. SOFAs are often included, along with other types of military agreements, as part of a comprehensive security arrangement.
- A long upholstered seat with a back and arms, for two or more people
- The SOFA (Standards of Fundamental Astronomy) software libraries are a collection of subroutines that implement official IAU algorithms for astronomical computations.
- the officer below the master on a commercial ship
- copulate: engage in sexual intercourse; "Birds mate in the Spring"
- A person's husband, wife, or other sexual partner
- Each of a pair of birds or other animals
- One of a matched pair
- match: bring two objects, ideas, or people together; "This fact is coupled to the other one"; "Matchmaker, can you match my daughter with a nice young man?"; "The student was paired with a partner for collaboration on the project"
The Beast of Turnpike Lane
Just another dog photo eh? NO. This magnificent creature is a Fortean phenomenon. This is Barney: The Beast of Turnpike Lane* - the dog that I share a house with. This photo has somehow contrived to make him look small, but Barney is about the size of a Shetland pony. He's a huge bounding, panting, slobbering, mindlessly optimistic, incredibly friendly juggernaut of muscle.
It's difficult to be precise how big he is, but sufficeth to say that he knocked me down last week - as he cannoned past me on the stairs before sprinting up the hallway and sliding into the front door with a bang that shook the wall.
Oh and here's the funniest bit: he's still a puppy. And yes, he's had his nuts off and no, it hasn't slowed him down.
Anyway, Barney likes to eat things. Big things. Plastic things. Metal things. In the time I've lived with him he's eaten two carpets, one camera (not mine), a cat flap (I'm not making this up - he ate the thing right off the door), a leather coat, a mattress, two remote controls, four pairs of shoes, one pair of glasses and two broadband cables.
In the time since I posted this photo on Flickr this morning, he's had the carpet off the stairs.
His most spectacular chow-down was the time he ate through the boot of the car and chewed through the brake-light cables. Visitors to the house have learnt the cost of leaving stuff lying around on tables and chairs. He will eat anything - hence the now common expression heard about our house,'You've been Barneyed'.
I'm seriously expecting that any day now, I'll get a phone call from my housemate Dan: 'Nah sorry mate, you better not come home. Yeah, Barney's eaten the living room. No, the whole thing. Yeah, sofas and walls. Nah, bit of a breeze..'
He's also (and I say this with all love and affection) possibly the dumbest dog in London - I've seen him run into doors, walls and his own reflection in windows. On one occasion someone called his name, and in anticipation of having some fun (it doesn't take much to get him excited) he spun on his heels and walloped his skull off the kitchen table with a bang that could be heard upstairs. It sounded like a bowling ball smashing into a floorboard. He didn't even blink.
He's got two different coloured eyes, dodgy hips (he takes hydro-therapy - seriously), can't bark properly, gets lost in the garden and despite weeks of training, doesn't understand (never mind obey) even the most basic commands. Actually that's a lie: he's just started to sit on command. Sort of. He just kind of, well, falls on his ass.
He is (to use the common expression in our house) a fucking beast. Barney - the Beast of Turnpike Lane*.
Part 2 of 30 - $600 Jacket
Little Known Secret #2
I own a jean jacket that cost me $600.....in legal bills.
I kept this story a secret from my partner for over 18 months before I confessed to him.
One night while at the bar with some friends, a very hunky and handsome fellow sitting alone was asked to join the fun at our table. He said that he was a trucker passing through the city and had no place to stay. During the course of the evening he got pretty drunk, so I suggested that he crash at my place for the night. At that time, I was living with a straight room mate and he was away for the evening. My space was in the basement and I prepared my houseguest to sleep on the sofa - overlooking my bed. I was being a perfect little gentleman and had NO intention of seducing this poor drunken man. We then went to sleep. After a little while he got up and headed towards the stairs. I figured he was going to the washroom that I had pointed out to him earlier. Until I heard the sounds of him going through my room mates drawers and other areas of the house.
Was he robbing me??
Panic flashed through my head and I dialed 911 to report an intruder in my house.
Three police cars and 6 cops breaking through the back window later....I came upstairs to tell the officers what had happened. The moment I told them which bar we had come from, the one officer looked toward another and said, "A Bad Date Situation."
He clearly had his mind made up. Then I remember him reading me my rights and that I was going to be charged with public mischief.
I called for help and I end up being charged??
They escorted the drunken guy to a friend's place....yeah, he DID have a place to stay after all.
A few months later, I was served papers to be fingerprinted and mug shots taken. Legal Aid wouldn't supply me with a lawyer, so I had to get one myself. He was so incompetent, I had to appear in court once a month for 18 months before I could get a trial date, because he wouldn't show up, or wouldn't be prepared, or he had to have it remanded again and so on and so on.
FINALLY, after 18 months I had a trial date and the judge heard my story of how I needed assistance quickly, and the sketchy notes from the arresting officer and basically threw it out the window.
All charges were stayed.
But I ended up with the guy's jean jacket that was left behind and a $600 bill from my crappy lawyer. What an expensive jean jacket!
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