It will be like killing two birds with one stone because I could also clear out the junk and dendritus that had accumulated for the last six years. That task alone took two days.
Last Saturday I went shopping at The British Heart Foundation shop where they had some decent and reasonably priced new beds. I made my choice and was pleased that they could deliver it on Monday this week. So I dismantled the old bed and got cracking on the the dusting and vacuuming.
I'm very adamant that the spouse keep away because this is MY room and I do not look kindly on any help or suggestions or advice. Also I'm as tough as old boots!
The flatpacks arrived at 4 pm. Lo and behold! It's made in my country. Now, that should be an apt bed for manufacturing dreams.
A half bed! An adult's playpen!. A hole in the bed! I phoned the shop, explained my woes and in the end I decided to meet them face to face to resolve the problem. They were very good and promised to 'top up' the shortfall and they would deliver the next day.
On Wednesday, after the delivery of the missing parts this DIY cracker-jack got working again only to discover that 24 pieces of the side plastic covers had gone AWOL. Another phone call, another delivery, more work to loosen the main structure before the base parts could be assembled. I was determined to finish this by Wednesday because I did not want to be embedded with this contraption for much longer. I was close to becoming a DIY nutcase.
Here it is - completed with the aid of much cursing and swearing and embellished with expletives in five languages. By the way, the bedspread did not come with the other flatpacks.
So now I'm waiting for two guests from London to test the bed. Me? No way will I risk my life and limb. Any other takers?