The Bed

What a day today has been. Set the alarm for 7.30am as the new bed was being delivered between 8 and 10am. Woke up to the doorbell ringing at 8.50am. Never has poor Biggie Big Girl been taken from her bed so quickly as we paid an extra £20 for the pleasure of it being carried upstairs. More about seemingly dubious and excessive charges later.....

So up we got, breakfasted quickly (tomorrow with the Cinnamon toast there will be only slow-paced relaxation) and got the girls dressed ready for Granny and Grandad to come over help put it up and swap round Baby Big Girls room. I'd even bought in extra ham and scufflers in case they were still with us for lunch.

Well.

The Bed

Many ham sandwiches, four cups of tea, a mince pie with whipped cream, a white chocolate cookie and a partridge in a pear tree later they've finally been able to go home and all is done.

It is 7pm. Eight hours of bed up-putting later and they've finally been able to relax on their day off. Oopsie. A dinner invite has been issued for next Saturday evening as I think it is more than well-deserved. Husband #1 is perusing Ina recipes as I type looking for luxurious delicacies to serve.

And so, whilst waiting for my asparagus to roast, my mayonnaise to garlic itself up and my steak to steakhouse itself and fry a large pile of chips, let me go back to seemingly dubious and excessive charges. Well, the place who sold us the bed offered to make it up it for £80. After this day, what a bargain that seems. Lesson to all: pay the money!

Tea: makes everything worthwhile