The Good Life
In news of the mundane, I am happy to report that I finally have a proper bed to sleep on. You may recall that the base for the queen size bed I shipped over from the States wouldn’t fit up the very narrow English stairway. So I’ve been sleeping on the mattress, which really is quite comfortable. I initially thought about getting another bed straight away, but I couldn’t bring myself to fork over £1000+ on a new one. Now I know I could opted for cheaper bed, but in that I spend so much time in bed, I really wanted one that would be comfortable, firm as well as durable. That meant shelling out quite a bit. So I delayed the purchase.
Then, during the after Christmas/January sales, I finally broke down and purchased a new one which finally got delivered this weekend. It was still expensive as heck, but at 50% off, I knew I wouldn’t get a better deal until perhaps the next January sale. It’s still the same size (American Queen/UK King) as the one I shipped over, but the big difference is that the base comes in two pieces which makes it easier to get up the stairs. In case you are wondering why I just didn’t buy the base, well I checked, but none of the bedding stores would allow me to do that.
In any event, below is a picture of Choo-Choo lounging on the new bed as I try and read The Sunday Times. Arrh, yes — the good life.
Btw, the company that I purchased the bed from, Ely’s of Wimbledon would not remove my not so old bed — not even for a fee. This I have to contract with my local council who wants £15 for the service. Ideally, I’d like to keep it so that when I move to my next place, I’ll have a bed for my guest to sleep on. But in that there is no guarantee that I’ll be able to get it up the stairs in the new flat and more importantly, I have no where to store it, I’ll have to get rid of it. I could try and sell it as it’s in relatively good condition, but really, who wants to buy a used bed from a stranger? Surely not me! So in the hallway it stays until I figure out what to do with it.