I am wondering around the house muttering to myself: 'You can't just lose a super-king-size sheet. It must be somewhere.'
But apparently it's not. I have searched everywhere. (I only have two sheets that I swap over.)
'I can't have thrown it away!' And then I remember: I did throw it away.
I wriggle so much in bed that I made a hole in the foot area so when I last changed the bed, before our holiday, I threw the sheet away. Rats!
Then I hear my long-dead grandmother's voice. 'You should have darned it.'
'Yeah right. This from the woman who never picked up a sewing needle.'
'Don't you speak to me like that, my girl!'
And I am a shy child again.
But I still have the problem of no sheet. A visit to the shop is called for I think. Actually a visit to two shops: I also need toilet disinfectants as I discovered when I was cleaning the toilets.
Not having a good day today: I just made cold tea and I think the goldfish has finally stopped breathing. Maybe a visit to the shops will clear my head.
On the plus side, doesn't the new headboard look fine?
It only took me just over six years to buy one.