The saga of Nicktor’s bed

Mirinda was a bit concerned about Nicktor sleeping on our lounge. I should stress she was more concerned with Nicktor than the lounge. And rightly so. I have slept on the lounge (during bouts of illness in the house) and, while it’s very comfortable and big, it slopes towards the back. This means that when you roll over you almost suffocate against it. It also makes it difficult for Day-z to stay asleep in the crook of your legs.

So, we decided to buy Nicktor a bed. Mirinda decided how we would reshuffle her study, allowing for a single bed under the window. It meant the change in location of two big bookcases. They are now in my study, making it look a lot like a second hand book store.

I ordered a bed through the same website I used for Mirinda’s bed at her flat. They were very good so I figured they deserved our business again.

And they proved excellent once more. Two days after I ordered the bed, they rang to tell me that the bed would arrive any day this week I wanted. Obviously Monday was out so I chose Tuesday.

“No problem,” the woman said. “I’ve booked it in with the couriers. If you give them a ring on Monday and give them your postcode, they’ll be able to give you a rough estimate of the delivery time.”

When I rang on Monday I was told it would arrive some time between 7 and 10:30am. Of course this meant that if I were to sleep in, it would arrive at 7 on the dot, so I was up at 6:30 and waiting for them.

He arrived while I was on the phone to mum and dad. The bed, mattress and bed-head were dropped off in about ten minutes. It was then my job to man handle it upstairs, round the bend and through the door. It was a struggle but I managed it.

I unwrapped it, fitted the wheels, fitted the bed-head and pushed it into place. It looks pretty good and is definitely very comfy. But it still lacked the most important part.

While shopping in Farnham, I popped into Elphicks and found just the thing. A pale green, all cotton, waffle blanket. When I arrived home I wasted little time in spreading it on the mattress. Now Day-z would be able to get to her window sill without leaving muddy paw prints on it. The mattress, obviously. She ALWAYS leaves muddy paw prints on the sill.

I texted Nicktor to tell him his bed had arrived.

“How exciting,” was his response.