TPR and I were furnishing our new flat. Meanwhile friends of friends (Sue and Mike) had downsized and were giving away all sorts of bits and pieces that they had previously placed in storage.
We lacked suitable seating for the triangular conservatory that caught the sun in the afternoons. Lo and behold a wicker chair and a brown leather sofa were found to fit the space perfectly.
The next problem was the black goat in the field that adjoined our garden. It kept eating its way through the amateur attempts at fencing that TPR had constructed to mark the boundary of our property.