I’ve spent the last couple of days at our new house doing a bit of cleaning and preparing. There’s one room that will be an office/playstation room and it has to be ready first because I have to be able to work straight away. First job was to move the futon into the next room. Easier said than done. There was just no way I could see it happening. The door way just wasn’t big enough. I tried it open and closed, upright and on it’s side. And there’s no way to lock it open or closed so it just kept springing to the position you didn’t want it in. But I knew Kimba had moved it into the room so I rang her and said – how the hell did you get the futon into this room? And she said – it was a solid effort. At least now I know how all the dings got in the hallway wall.
So in the end I took it apart moved it then put it together again. Next came the mattress. That was even harder. Total dead weight. And because it wasn’t a stiff mattress it just kept folding and flopping to the ground. Didn’t help that Chicken Little was bouncing all over it at the same time. Imagine that you got about ten large dead bodies, stripped them naked, smeared them with grease, tied them together then tried to drag them around the house. Thats what it felt like to me. Not that I’ve done that before.
Once I’d moved it I had to sleep in it. Almost certainly the worst bed I’ve ever slept in. It was all bits of lumpy then bits of flat. But no lumpy where you wanted it. The only positive I could find in the situation was that I didn’t have to share it with Daz. Because over the years we’ve stayed in some awful beds at peoples places. Air beds that deflated, tiny sofa lounges, beds where you both roll into the middle.
And for such a small dog Chicken Little takes up a lot of the bed. So I was awake at 5.30 and she’s always ready for some action so we hit the streets to check out my new neighbourhood. She likes to keep the pace cranked up. When she’s not sniffing things that is. There is a lot of sniffing done.