Yesterday I grasped the proverbial bull or bed base as it is better known by the horns. Aghast at the prospect of Chez Kojak turning into Divan Villa I had delayed ordering yet another bed base until I was sure that the replacement would not turn up on the doorstep of my abode while the landing was packed to the loft hatch with the remains of the original disgraced one. After much digressing I bit the bullet, or rather the mattress and plucked up enough online courage to order another base. This is not without perils though, the first one being the prospect of sleeping on the floor albiet with a layer of "Miracoil" springs and padding to keep my carcase off the Axminster. Immediately I had pressed the point-of-no return-key my thoughts began to drift to the delivery date (to be advised), the inclement weather and the approaching Festive Season.
Nothing is ever straightforward. I've heard of heart & lung transplants performed with less bother. Perhaps Santa will smile favourably and expedite an early delivery otherwise the next few weeks will look as grey and depressing as this morning's photo.
One would think that the imminent removal of the discredited divan bases would have lightened matters somewhat. No, dear readers. A very consumer unfriendly 8am to 8pm collection slot gives me the dubious choice of either getting up in the middle of the night to dismantle the 3 and one broken drawer base or settling for a Fred Dibnah demolition job tonight. Neither prospect has any more appeal than today's weather.
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