Yesterday we went to look at some, chose the one we liked and then found a better price on the internet. (I feel a bit guilty about not supporting local traders but not a hundred pound's worth of guilt.)
For ages I've been saying we should buy a new bed: ours has a hole in the mattress you can put your fist in! But I've put it off because 'our bed's so comfy.' But I've not been sleeping as well as I used to - I used to sleep easily and like a great heavy lump of wood - and it occurred to me that maybe when bed salesmen say you need a good bed in order to get a good night's sleep they weren't just using a line.
It had taken me some time but I'd finally persuaded Husband that a king-size bed would be perfect. Then I saw the super king-size and had pure bed envy. I pointed to the one in the shop, Autumn Mist it was called, 'That's really nice but it is expensive.'
'Well,' Husband said, 'you can get this one (Cypress Cove, the one I'd liked before seeing Autumn Mist) in super king-size too.'
'Really? And you think that would be okay?'
'Yes, if that's what you want.'
So we ordered it today.
I mentioned this on Facebook and said I was a little surprised at Husband's willingness to not only have an even bigger bed but to spend more as well. Then, as we were eating dinner, it all became clear.
'So,' Husband began, 'as you've got your new bed we can talk now about the new big television we need.'
''We don't need a new television.'
'We didn't need a new bed.'
'Yes, we did!'
But as Husband pointed out, the Six Nations begins on Friday and it's the rugby world cup this year. 'And if we ordered it today we'd get it in time for Friday ...'