Chair-iots of fire

Me and David ran (well I walked) down to Brixton to do a very quick mission to move two armchairs and a wardrobe. The furniture had to come down from her second floor flat to be ready to be collected by the council.

The armchairs didn't put up much of a fight, but the wardrobe didn't want to leave. In scenes reminiscent of Friends ('Pivot!') , me and David managed to finally manhandle the wooden beast down the stairs. All done in under 25 minutes. Speedy.