Good ideas faifraise but for the fact I don't have a mobile phone or a working printer and large text doesn't work for me. 
Oh dear Doodle I have sad memories of rocking chairs.
When I married, my mother gave me an old rocking chair which had sat, neglected in the attic all my life. It was the fashion to 'modernise' furniture so I told her I'd paint it white and re-upholster it. 'Fine' she said.
Not for the first time my mother conveniently forgot what she'd said and hit the roof when she saw it. I had desecrated our heritage.
I had it professionally restored to its original glory…but that episode had tainted it.
When I lived in rural Waitakere, a neighbour asked if I'd like the very plain rocking chair they were discarding. I said yes and he put it on the farm trailer to bring it down the hill to me.
He didn't secure it. It lurched off the trailer and was smashed to pieces.
I'd still love a rocking chair but it seems I jinx them. 
The pictures shown are not my chairs but very similar.
I'm off to hobble up the road before the rain gets any worse.
Times article claim that Waspi women are tone deaf and should read the room
Unite the Kingdom and Pro Palestine marches Cup 16th May 2026
so we didn’t buy it.


