The couch that wouldn't fit through the door in Miami

A friend in Miami gave me Clear Out's number, and I sat on it for a fortnight before ringing. I'd moved into a smaller unit and the furniture from my old place simply didn't fit. I had a dining table, a buffet, a king bed frame and two bookshelves sitting in the hallway.

The suite had been assembled inside the room, I think, because nobody could remember how it got in. The recliner section had a motor and a cable running under the carpet.

Miami is a beachside suburb of older units, cafes and hillside homes, and getting things out isn't always simple. Stair access and shared driveways are common.

They offered a time the next morning. I asked if they needed me to move anything to the kerb first, and they said no, they'd take it from where it was.

They arrived a few minutes early, introduced themselves and did a quick walk-around. The price they gave me was a bit under what I'd budgeted, which was a pleasant surprise.

The buffet was still in good nick, and they asked if I'd mind it going to a charity shop instead of the tip. I was thrilled. It felt better than chucking it.

The space is unrecognisable. I keep walking past it just to look. I'd use them again without thinking about it, and I've already passed the number on to my sister.

If I'm honest, the hardest part was deciding to do it. Once that was done, it was easy.