Your experience of the IKEA chair rang some bells that made me laugh, thanks for posting.

I have to laugh every time I sit in my IKEA sofa for more than a few minutes.

My exclusive company at home post covid is my daughter.

She shares her time roughly equally between me and her Mum.

Weve come to the conclusion that the sofa in question hates humans.

It dominates my lounge, generously sized for about five people, in two parts, one bent, and one straight, clad in beautiful dark brown leather, I bought it about 10 years ago when it was going cheap as the central piece of an Ikea warehouse display, the last one left of a range that didnt sell much as it was probably too expensive for most folk.

We sat on it in the warehouse, myself, partner, daughter, and partners two grandkids at the time, and fell in love with it.

First thing that happened when it was delivered to my apartment in two pieces, was I put my back out trying to assist the delivery guys manhandle it into my lounge.

I mean really put it out, ruptured a disk, losing all feeling and a large degree of control of my left leg.

After I got that pretty well fixed over the next year or so by extensive chiropractics (no operations or even painkillers needed – chiropractors are incredible “alt medicine”), it has always been a bit dodgy, I have to avoid floor exercises like situps, it flares up, though I can still do pressups.

Anyway the sofa has always looked great, gives my lounge a kind of luxury look.

But sitting on it, thats something different.

It started out great, but after a few years the internal structure seemed to kind of give way, until now it is almost unusable, unless masochistic, with a great sense of humour, myself and daughter seem to be in that category.

The partner is long gone, maybe the sofa was too much.

Now we sit on it as there is no alternative to watch a movie or something on tv, we usually end up in fits of laughing, pointing at one another, realising the ridiculous contortions we’ve each ended up in, moulded to the impossible shape of the sofa.

It changes miraculously from week to week, adapting to become even more impossible, finding always new ways to inflict pain by fatigued neck, and various other muscles and joints of our bodies, both young and old.

Never a dull moment.

I am lucky enough to have invested in a mesh computer chair, about 8 years ago that looks very similar to the ones in your picture above though, and confirm that so far, it works, it keeps me straight, minimal spinal flare ups.

So I spend most of my time in that when daughter not around, or am working.

One day we’ll get rid of the sofa, I hope.