I stagger back to the sofa. Comes the grey dawn of disillusionment. This typer is really heavy . I can not sit down with it. Our sofa is one of those deep ones.
People have to be pulled out of it with ropes.
I knew quite well that if I tried to sit down holding that typer I should finish up either in the foundations of the house or that the momentum of the enormous mass would spread me in a thin layer over the back of the sofa. The outlook was grim. Nevertheless I tried again. The thing to do was obviously to lift the typer onto the trestle while it was in position. I moved a chair over to the sofa, put the typer on it, and put the trestle over my knees again.