Apologies if this is in the wrong place but it seemed most fitting-ish.
Short version: I just carried a 2 seater sofa upstairs on my own. Flexes scary lady muscles
Long version: 2 weeks ago I took delivery of a 2 and 3 seater vintage sofa set (suits my impending decor, good condition and best bit, free). I only really have space for the 3 seater downstairs and initial plan was to pass two seater on. Anywho, decided to keep two seater and put it upstairs in the office but had to move it before I started decorating the stairs/landing this week. No one to help me move it so I cracked on. Not an easy task in a typically narrow Yorkshire Edwardian terrace. But golly I done it and now I feel ready to conquer the world because I AM SHE-HULK! RAAAAR!!!!!
Not a stealth brag. Just a normal, chuffed little me, braggy mcbragface!
Sits and awaits typical mumsnetty 'i carried a elephant through the Savanna, a sofa is nothing' competitiveness