Well, it's my equivalent of a country seat; one on the balcony. The glorious weather has encouraged us to sit out on one of the balconies where we keep two chairs, and once the sun goes down, two drinks on the table, to enjoy the cocktail hour.
It was mildly alarming to note that the mesh fabric on one of the seats is gradually separating from the main body, and in due course will provide the occupant with an unwelcome surprise.
My two attempts to get someone to repair the chair have so far met with rather lukewarm enthusiasm, and so I have summoned up my can do approach and tried to think of other ways of repairing the chair. Unfortunately I skipped the sail mending class during my training as a lad on board HMS Victory, but I did rather suspect that whatever resulted from my attempt would look dreadful.
My city seat, the cane one in one of the red lacquer Regency chairs, was collected for its repair this morning, and I took the opportunity to buttonhole the furniture man to see whether he could be a bit more enthusiastic about solving my problem. I suggested to him that if he could supply a similar fabric he could redo both chairs, and this, (the prospect of my spending considerably more money), seems to have encouraged him. Or he could just be being Thai, by saying "yes" to my face and "no" at a later juncture and by telephone or email.
Anyway, like a failing government, I am losing seats quite rapidly. So perhaps it's best if I don't "go to the country", for seats, or any other purpose.