Our Bed. I haven't seen enough of it lately, but then thats because it has had an identity crisis, and it now thinks it is a hammock. It has served us well for nearly nine years, but it is now time for its retirement. I need my sleep; I'm grumpy without, and I need comfort. Just like the Princess from the fairy tale, I'm sure I would be effected by something as little as a pea. Our sofa, whilst giving more support, really isn't to be recommended. So today the search has started for its replacement. Will it be pocket sprung, latex filled, have 'airflow' or be no turn? The choice is endless. Until that choice is made though, it looks like another sleepless night ahead for me......
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