A Monday Morning Feeling on Sunday and Bedless in Wesham

Last night was spent dismantling the tiresome bed bases ready for a potential early collection & return today. It was rather like an IKEA flatpack jobby in reverse but the packs certainly weren't flat. My comments in earlier blogs about being trapped on my landing looked disturbingly close to reality with no less than 3 bed bases jostling for position. I tried unsuccessfully to curtail the automatic and sadly futile body response of attempting a six pack figure every time I clambered past them. Unfortunately it just looked as if I'd consumed a six pack or two...

I passed a strange night sleeping on a mattress inches away from the floor. Reality kicked when the alarm went off at 7am. Reaching over to switch it off I realised I now had to reach UP. I seldom leap out of bed these days but this morning I had to roll over and adopt a hands and knees position. Now the heating doesn't come on until 7am so Kojak's boudoir was a tad chilly which matched my frosty mood perfectly. The collection slot opened at 8am and that hour came and went.

  

Even a rather pretty sunrise didn't expel the sleep from my eyes. We have been very lucky in this neck of the woods compared with the rest of the country because we have had only a very small dusting of snow which has now vanished. We did get some rain which promptly froze on contact with the ground leaving roads and paths in a treacherous condition. I knew that the delivery originated in the Midlands but had no idea of the route taken or the areas covered so there was always a nagging doubt in my mind that meteorological conditions might cause the run to be aborted and leave me with a large blockage in the landing area. No amount of Fybogel would shift that..  The delivery lorry finally arrived at 1pm but even that did not pass without incident.

 According to the work sheet there was only one base unit to be returned. I quickly amended that to 3 in large writing. Fortunately the very affable men were amenable to removing all of them. In addition to the usual Monday morning Uberbinfuhrer and fracas I now have to contemplate yet another phone call to the makers of the bed. The assurances of a complete return and refund do not seem quite so concrete now. I have the haunting feeling that I may be on slippy ground which perfectly matches the conditions in the cold outdoors. At least I can sidle along the landing without holding my stomach in...