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10 March 2017at 17:27 ·

The mattresses "CaptainBirdseye" bought last Sunday were delivered today.

Which meant I got up at 7 to ensure both boys stripped their beds and the old mattresses were put in the big plastic bags to be taken away.

Thunderthighs complained that he was running out of socks so I got him to remove all the socks and dark stuff out of the laundry basket, put them in the washer, put in the detergent and press the appropriate buttons to turn it on.   

I told his father about this and his response was 

"Good, he can do all that when you're away on Northern Cross."   

God forbid my absence should cause him housework.

Just after he got up, about half nine, the Bedding Centre lorry turned up and two strong men carried the new mattresses up to the loft, and into Ferretfingers' room, and took the old ones away.   

It took them less than five minutes.   

Emile (our LDNE outreach worker) came and took Ferretfingers out.  

Patrick, the PhD student Fester is mentoring, arrived and joined himself in the office to write deathless prose about invertebrates.

I took the hoover up to the loft and:

moved Thunderthighs' bed and hoovered behind, beside and under it; 

carried the headboard up to the loft; 

got the wrapping off and fitted the headboard and mattress and put the mattress cover on; 

shifted the furniture and hoovered all the rest of room and the stairs to the loft and landing; 

emptied the clothes horses of dry laundry; 

hung up the washing that wasn't socks; 

loaded the washer with bedding and set it off again; 

put the mattress on Ferretfingers's bed and did a similar hoovering job; 

hung out the bedding and reloaded the washer with the old mattress protectors and fleece which I eventually hung out as well.
At about two Fester and Patrick emerged from the office and I reported on my Domestic Goddess Day.
"Yeah, she'll be nackered" grumbles the loving husband "another night when she'll fall asleep before she can finish the crossword."
One wonders whether Sean Bean would have said the same.

Bess Cavalier He is from Sheffield as well...

Ms PH At least Dr F recognises that you'll be tired: you'd get nowhere doing the crossword with Mr Bean - well I wouldn't anyway.

Ms Poet You are a wonder 🌷

Bentonbag The only wonder is I haven't knifed him.