Still dead. Now with the added bonus that I actually FEEL dead. Period pain can fuck the fuck off. Ah well, at least the she devil arrived after Valentines day... 
DH is being cagey about the sofas, he won't tell me anything. There's a bit of a back story to them that makes him especially sweet though:
When we bought our house were were completely skint. We'd saved every single last penny for a year to scrape together a deposit. I'm talking beans and rice for 5 out of 7 meals, one meal a day levels of skint.
We got enough together and bought our complete wreck of a house. It was just after we discovered we couldn't have kids, so it didn't matter that it wasnt going to be suitable to start a family and it was kind of a 'fuck being sad, let's make a house baby instead' kind of mentality.
Because we plowed all our money into the deposit/ solicitors fees etc, we ended up with nothing left for furniture 
Our first 4 months in the house we had a blow up air bed, a chest of drawers, a fairly well stocked kitchen, 1 working bathroom and a blow up air bed. The one thing we both said we'd love more than anything was sofas.
One day my parents announced they were getting new sofas and asked if we'd like their old ones and i cried like a baby for an hour . They were a total wreck with padding all caved in and none of the foot rests working and we have loved them ever since
Anyway, 4 years on we now have a fairly lovely house and everything fits beautifully except these horrendous sofas. We've been fantasising for a while about a corner unit, or recliners or those really old fashioned scroll armed quilted affairs you see in restaurants but there's always been another expensive job to tackle on the house first... i.e: new roof, drying the cellar out and removing the tree roots from it (yes, really).
Anyway, DH has been squirrelling his gig money away into a sofa fund because he knows how much it's been bugging me that they are the only cosmetic thing left to do...
He genuinely is a bit of a superhero.