I was talking to Clare on the telephone when I suddenly found myself laying on the floor with my legs in the air. All Clare heard was a little yelp.
My chair had finally given up doing the job it was bought to do, ie. keep me comfortably off the floor. In fact I have a suspicion this was some sort of protest against my fat ass.
Unfortunately I haven’t the time or funds to rectify the situation, if tape doesn’t mend the situation I will have to work off half a chair until an invoice gets paid 
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