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 theyre 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. Ive 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…itd 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?
luv Pollx