I spied a sausage

I’ve only gone and spotted a banger wedged in someone else’s sofa, you know! Bit of a pickle, really.

Now, I’m thinking, should I cautiously maneuver the sofa cushions to liberate the sausage? But hey, it ain’t my sofa!

Blimey, what’s gotten into me? Maybe I should’ve just left well enough alone, you know, respected my mate’s sausage-in-the-sofa situation!

So there I was, keeping to myself, twiddling my thumbs, waiting for a nice cuppa. And then they strolled in, plopped right down on the sausage. I tell ya, I didn’t know where to cast my gaze…