It's been a bad day, started last night when my house mate pulled the handle of the bathroom window off, and I wouldn't go two floors down when I'd got in to bed to get a screwdriver from my tools. (Couldn't tell him where they were as my utility room's in a muddle, which I didn't make.) This morning I am eating my breakfast in bed, and was enjoying some ripe Victorias when I had a bout of coughing and brought them up. Over my nightie, the duvet cover, and the sheet. It's not like real sick, but obviously has to be dealt with. Stripped bed - the duvet's OK, but the under blanket is juicy. Got clean bedding from airing cupboard. Blanket on OK. Sheet, not.
I have a 3ft 6 bed. My parents bought it for a small spare room in case couples came to stay.
Over time the springs went so I ordered a new frame from a collective in Wales, and used the base, as is traditional, to mend a hole in the communal fence where I then lived. Bespoke to fit the mattress.
Then mattress gave up. It really had done well. I had to order a bespoke replacement from Mattressman, hotel quality, the best night's sleep I had had for ages, but I had to get it online because 3ft 6.
After a time I got fed up of manoeuvering a king size double sheet - needed to get the length - so looked to see if fitted were possible, and it was. Why hadn't I done it before? Well, online wasn't possible before.
So it's been through several wash cycles successfully, and I wish it had been on this morning, instead of the KSDS, because I can't get it over the head end. (And I've lost the strength to turn the mattress, which it needs. The bespoke one is much heavier than the old one.) I shall have to wait till the afternoon and have another go.
And the duvet is resisting returning to its clean cover. Put away inside-out to enable it, I'm too tired out to manhandle a double (my summer duvet is a double silk one for lightness - no-one does a small double, and it needs to be not a single, though my winter one is. Not ready for down/feather yet, though the weather is trending that way.)
So I'm relaxing on a crinkled sheet under the duvet cover, reading Dorothy Dunnett, which I intended to do before all this happened. Philippa is joining the tribute children on their way to Stamboul, Lymond and company are heading for battle at Zuara, and I really should fix up the hooks in the utility room, wash the bedding, and check the state of the freezer which somehow got disconnected last week, so I can put some non-Victorias in it, and check the dehumidifier which is dealing with the leakage.
And if the house mate should want to go to the church to send my teddy bear down a zip wire from the tower I'm not taking her this year. Once was fun. But I'm a grown up and Persephone is past it. I can't risk offending any entities around when I'm in the middle of a gremlin attack. Back to the Dunnett.