Friday, I collected my drugs as Monday is my 28 day injection day, which means a weekend of prophylactic paracetamol, not my favourite time. I spent the morning doing very little really till lunchtime when I gave my eldest daughter a lift to circus skills while I carried on to the gym making a call to a friend as I go. We catch up and talk about how disruptive COVID in the household is. At the gym I cross trained, swam and steamed myself. By the time I was done my partner arrived to do yoga so I retuned home to cook the evening meal and watch a film stopping at some point to order a croc pot. With this gadget we can put a meal in before going to the gym at the end of a working day and not have to cook at stupid o’clock in an evening.
Saturday and it is the usual ritual of bacon bagel and putting the washing in. Then my partner and I go off on an adventure to research mattresses. We drive to Dreams in Nuneaton and engage in technological banter with the sales bloke. Usual sales chat but it helps knowing what you want. Rock hard should be simple but the labels include crap like how many recycled plastic bottles have been used in each mattress. As for spring type and fillings there is endless crap to be ploughed through. Then there is the issue of whether a super king mattress can be got into the house and bedroom without bending it because as any fool knoweth that to bend a mattress breaks the side bars and it wont sit flat on the bed, hence the exploration of zipped half mattresses. Laying on show room mattresses is such a strange experience. It seems to me that my body plays tricks on me. How can a “very firm” with 4000 springs feel softer than a cheapo 1000 spring one. The one that feels the firmest is about £700, however a top line one at Dreams could be over a £1000. We gather up literature and I take photos of labels and info boards. We then drive to Leicester to have a coffee and muffin before going to Lewis to lay on their mattress selection. Even more confused here. We find a familiar brand and it feels completely different from the upper the range. I am staggered that some of the upper range ones cost upward of £3000! We gather more pamphlets and lay on more mattresses. By the end I am totally confused, I’m sure my body is having a laugh, I just want to go home and re-acquaint myself with the beds at home, one of which we want to replace and one we like and is our “role model” for what we want our new one to be. I am convinced that the “role model” is the cheapest one we found in the last shop. Can it be that the cheaper ones are constructed to be less comfortable and hence are just “hard”. How delicious an irony if this is the case.
We return home, have sandwiches and settle down to prepare teas and watch Strictly followed by the second half of the England game. Time to catch up with the blog, resist the temptation to stay up for the Fury- Wilder fight and instead prepare to meet my grand niece tomorrow. Interesting being a grand uncle.
