My sis in law was having a garage clear out and gave me a ratty old deck chair. It was sound(like old things usually are), it just needed a good scrub, which I duly did and it came up like new. A week or two later she saw it all pristine and asked for it back because she said it was the only chair that eased her achey back. Liar, she'd not used it in years. Anyway I said OK through gritted teeth and promiised to drop it off next day. That night I used my trusty stitch ripper to snip every 5th or 6th stitch where the fabric attached to the wood.

Dropped it off at sil's next day. Apparently the first time she sat in it the stitching all popped and she fell through it to the ground on her
large a, got jammed in and had to be hauled out by her neighbour. "Oh dear" I said when she told me "maybe I used too much bleach when I washed it and it rotted the stitching".
I know it was a
bleep move but she was forever pulling
bleep stunts on me for stealing her
cash cow brother. Sorry, not sorry at all.
