Lost in duvet

20 07 2008

I have finally changed my bed from the divan box bed that I’ve had for as long as I can remember, to a king size wooden one.

The delivery from Dreams finally came yesterday and I had been advised at the point of sale that the bed would need minimal assembly. This turned out to equate to complete assembly required and the assembly notes indicated that this would take an hour. Now I am a competent person and I know my way round my tool box, but it took the best part of three hours to put the damn thing together.

Still, the difference from a double bed to a king size bed is immense. I swear that this morning it took ten minutes to find my way from the centre of the bed to the edge so that I could get up.

The new mattress is the firmest one I could find. I laid (and/or flomped) on most of the mattresses in the show room and ended up going back to the first one suggested by the somewhat young salesman. I tell you, it was sheer luxury and for once, I am looking forward to going to sleep tonight, as I suspect is the dog who is up there asleep right now.





Shenanigans, shopping and Sebring

15 03 2008

Yesterday the dog and I had a lazy day which involved not much working and to be honest not much laziness either. We went off to meet a friend and his dog and went for a very long walk. By the time we reached the welcoming confines of the pub, we’d covered about eight miles in total. We wandered through fields and forests, over streams, through streams, up hills, down hills, over grass and occasionally on tarmac too.

The dog discovered that she liked to chase pheasants and that she was too loud and slow to catch a deer. I realised that even after seven miles, when I was feeling like I couldn’t walk any more, the dog just kept running and running. I am convinced that she will never walk anywhere off the lead! Walking with another dog means she runs harder and faster anyway, with two dogs together they almost self exercise.

Lunch in the pub was delicious. A couple of pints of 6X accompanied with a scrumptious fish pie was just what I needed. It was the first time the dog has been inside a pub and she was very well behaved, especially as she was being fed chips dipped in fish pie. :) We finally got home about 3.30pm and she collapsed on the sofa and proceeded to snore loudly for several hours, before getting up going upstairs and doing the same on my bed.

All in all it was a much better way to spend a Friday than sat in front of a laptop and drinking far too much coffee.

This morning I had the misfortune to have to go to a supermarket. I needed some essential supplies, namely some beer and some biscuits, along with some vegetables for my tea tonight. The place was rammed with people who were walking round slowly, having conversations with people in the middle of an aisle or simply leaving their trolley in everybody’s way whilst they went to pick up something they forgot. I was in and out in 15 minutes, but saw enough to remind myself why I do not go to a supermarket on a weekend.

The beer was needed for the 12 hours of Sebring, for today is not only the start of the F1 season (boring), but the sports car racing season (very exciting).

Finally, the long winter is over and the racing season has started again. :)