Here it is, the perfect (well nearly) Edwardian Chaise Longue - just what you need to decline on in your reclining years. Suavely carved in mahogany-style wood and elegantly upholstered in water-vole-brown velvet (the real thing – not real water-vole but real cotton velvet – none of that Draylon rubbish) expertly button-backed over horsehair filling…
So ‘Où est le piège?’ we hear you cry.
Seat needs re-stuffing
Back’s a bit wobbly
Braid’s falling off
It has no casters (good thing – it won’t try to run away during a romantic clinch)
About 71 inches from nose to tail….
Buy it, do it up and, exhausted, pass out on it. Alternatively use it to transform your love life…. It’s as easy as that…Remember you saw it here first...
And the price negotiator is lounging around in his office right now.
The purchaser must arrange own transport – from Somerset (that’s in south west England – if you happen to be reading this in Fiji)