Because my husband has become a restless sleeper he usually sleeps in a bedroom at the back.
It was getting really squalid in there because he'd filled it full of junk from a hobby business and it hadn't been decorated since the children went away. They're early thirties to mid-twenties now.
Though it was effectively 'his' room, it doubles as a guest room and I said I thought it was not really usable in its current state. So a couple of years back I repainted it, and persuaded him to get rid of some of the junk relating to a former business - it was then at a point where if it was just a night or two it was usable as a spare room.
Some of the junk crept back in though. He's a bit of a hoarder and just doesn't seem to notice piles of stuff lying around. But I did notice that there were absolutely masses of old bits of wood under the bed and he said he'd get rid of everything but the pieces that would come in useful.
Anyway we are now new grandparents, and would like our daughter, son-in law and the baby to come and visit. My husband said he'd been finding the bed really uncomfortable, so we ordered a new mattress.
They arrived with tne new mattress really early and first I helped my husband get the old mattress off. I was horrified to see that the wooden bed base underneath had a broken slat, and asked him how long it had been there. He said he had never noticed..
I used to use that room occasionally and would regularly turn the mattress at that point, but since he effectively moved in there a year back it's been his responsbility. i was also horrifed to see between the slats that the pile of pieces of wood was barely smaller than it had been in the first places. There were just masses of them and he hadn't got rid of anything.
It just felt so squalid that he'd been sleeping on this broken bed above a whole heap of junk.
The last straw really - as if I'll never be able to live in even vaguely decent surroundings.