Death by Sun-Lounger

Everyone has certain memories of childhood that they always remember. One of mine is my grandma, who lived next door, sat in her small veranda in her sun-lounger. A box under the footrest where the cats slept to keep her company. She would sit, and watch our yard and into our kitchen… and drive my mum mad. But that’s a whole ‘nother story. So imagine how thrilled I was when my Grandma gave me her beloved sun-lounger when I got my first place with a small garden. How she must have loved me to give me this oh-so-special chair. That was until I tried it. It had two positions – upright like an old fashioned school ma’am was shouting at you, or perfectly flat if...