I wandered into the bed and carpet shop, took a quick look around then approached a salesman. 'I'd like to buy a bedhead and carpet, please.'
'A headboard you mean?'
I pointed out the ones I wanted and the salesman said, 'That was a quick decision; have you looked around before?'
'No. But I have been in Dunelm all morning and I have no thinking/decision-making capacity left.'
So far so good. Then he checked stock of the carpet. 'Oh dear,' he said. 'I'm afraid that won't be available for three weeks.'
'Okay,' I said, 'what about that one (a slightly different colour)?'
'That's the same,' he said. 'You see they've been on sale at half price since Boxing Day so it's all sold out.'
'Show me some other cheap ones then, please.'
It was the same problem with each carpet I chose: apparently I have the same good taste as the rest of the carpet-buying nation.
Finally he found me some. It was in stock and cheaper. 'I'll have it,' I said. 'After all it's only going on the floor. Nobody notices carpet.' Which perhaps wasn't the most tactful thing to say to a carpet salesman whose whole waking life and possibly dreaming life too revolves around carpets. But he was just pleased he had such an easy customer.
It was a lot simpler buying carpet than it was buying curtains and bedding for the spare bedroom. I'd tried to memorise the colours but faced by a huge array of shades and patterns my mind went missing. If you recall the room is very pale yellow and pale green. So I bought purple curtains. What can I say? I was desperate by that point. I'd already walked one and half thousand steps back and for around the bedding and curtain aisles, muttering to myself, and wondering what exactly Oxford pillowcases were.
But I've done it. I've bought everything (almost) I need to finish the room plus I visited my cousin June, who is now being called Olive, and I did my Sainsburys shopping. All in all a good day's work.