Now this post`s title doesnt mean anything raunchy…so calm down anyone who thought it might!
I will soon be heading for my bed. I am usually in mine for 6pm ish.
I get up around 9.15am when my lovely Bev comes to sort me out for the day.
In a morning I faff about with the washing, then i might do a little dusting and plump up the cushions, which have been squashed to within an inch of their lives, by hubby. The sofa cushions are a nigthmare and never look nice if folk sit on the sofa.
What are sofas for? Well they
re not for chuffin squashing and looking all dishevelled, that`s for sure!
I want a new sofa…one with fixed backs like me mum had, but all the affordable ones are loose backed. I
ve never actually sat on this one, cos its so low and itd take a Mc Alpine crane to hoist me up! My ceiling hoist doesn`t go that far!
Anyroad, I am going off at a tangent somewhat!
After lunch I sit in my recliner, natter on here, watch a bit of stuff like
Escape to the country…it
d be no chuffin use to those of us who haven`t got a car. Buses are every other Thursday, in the summer and non existant in winter, eh?
After tea, all beautifully cooked and served by Mr Polly…I never was a good cook…my sister tells a tale which I dont agree with…when I first got married…hundreds of years ago now…she said I put a whole fresh cabbage in the oven and wondered why it wouldn`t cook!!! As if!
So after tea I`m off to bed. It can take an hour to complete this task sometimes, depending if my bowels are playing nicely…then I truly relax. I always breathe a sigh of relief.
I`m in bed, hooked up to a 2Litre wee wee bag, I have removed my restrictive clothing, got my feet on a stout pilllow, to stop my heels hurting so much, with my nightie resembling a hospital gown (I have discovered that if I cut nighties up the back, they cant bunch up under me, causing pressure pain) and there I am… leccy bed in exactly the right position, air mattress quietly whirring away, ensuring I dont get pressure sores, water bottle and on Saturday nights, a bar of Dairy Milk choccy…what more could anyone want?
What does your bed mean to you?