When the removal guys came last winter to clear out the damaged furniture from the flood, they took away one piece too many. All the kitchen, living room, and dining room furniture had to go, as well as one bed. But, on top of all of that, they also accidently took away a bed frame that was supposed to stay – they did leave the mattress, which was good, but it now lies on the floor. Hmm.
My own bedroom furniture has filled the two front bedrooms nicely, and I’m quite pleased with how they look. But the wee back room with the mattress on the floor was getting on my nerves. It’s a crowded little room – my cousin doesn’t know it, but I’ve relegated a couple of pieces that she had set up in the front room to this third bedroom; I thought the living room looked nicer without them (I don’t think she reads this blog – here’s hoping). This means the back room is both crowded and messy.
So I went online and bought a bed frame without telling her. (If she doesn’t like it, she can donate it to charity when I’m gone; it was only £50.) It arrived on Friday and yesterday morning I unpacked it and started assembling it. According to the instructions, it should take two people one hour to complete. Well, they called it – it took me working solo 2 & 1/4 hours to bolt together 30 pieces of metal with 42 bolts using 22 washers and 20 locking nuts (I hate locking nuts). I put the frame in place, then dragged the mattress up onto the frame. See if you can tell why I spent the next several hours in a serious huff.
Why would it not have occurred to me that Uncle Ian used a 3/4 double bed? Why would I have thought to measure the mattress before ordering a frame? Why would I have crushed the packing box this stupid, ugly, oversized bed came in? How long am I going to sulk before I take the damned thing apart and package it back up? These are all questions with no answer.
Before anyone suggests it, yes, it probably would just be easier to ditch the current mattress and get one to fit the frame. But it is quite a small room, and a 3/4 bed really would be the better solution. (If you look to the right of the photo you will see the door which I am currently unable to close due to the size & position of the bed; every time I pass this open doorway, my hackles rise, and my mood drops.) I will return it, and I have seen an even uglier 3/4 frame which I will get around to ordering soon. Really, I will.
Postscript: Two hours after all of this, just as my mood was lifting, I looked out to see Scout lying in the grass in the backyard. Not unusual for her, the only things that were a little off were that she usually lies in the shade, and she seemed to have her head burrowed quite low. As I approached her to see what was different, I realised what was going on: she was lying in the grass quietly licking and gnawing on a dead bird. Of course she was.
Yesterday sucked.