All that comes with it

“That’s never a king-size bed, it’s far too small”

“Well, Ikea do have their own standards of mattress size, they don’t conform to the industry standard. I suppose it’s a way of making sure that you have to buy any replacement mattresses from them too”.

Yeah, I guess. Well, we might as well get the super king-size instead, look it says its only 10cm wider and it’s only around £30 more”.

“OK. Are you sure it will fit?”

“Of course it will, look at it; it’s only slightly bigger than a normal double”

We now have a new bed. It’s a big bed. It’s only around 5cm smaller than our actual bedroom. I tried to take a picture of it but would have had to hang out of the window in order to get it all in shot. We’ve had to buy some walkie talkies in order that we can have a conversation with each other before going to sleep. It’s a big bed.

Ikea either played a cunning trick on us by switching our order with that of Moses Hightower from the police academy movies, or the bed looked a lot smaller in the vast cavernous warehouse of Ikea than it does our pokey little house. I suspect the latter. We have had to abandon our bedside tables and resign ourselves to flattening our backs to the wall when we want to move around the room.

There is a payoff however, it’s very comfortable, you can’t feel the springs through the mattress like you could in our old bed, and it’s big enough that all three of us can fit in it without a real life re-enactment of the song ‘Ten in the Bed’ occurring.

My computer broke yesterday after I installed some software that I perhaps shouldn’t have done. In my efforts to fix it I appear to have made things worse. It no longer recognises my sound card, my second hard drive, and I’m guessing my graphics card judging by the weird goings on when I try to scroll. I have also managed to erase all my files, none of which I have back ups for.

If this blog suddenly ends at this entry it is because I have thrown my computer out of the window and resolved never to buy another one.