Monday Blues

Aside from warm comfortable shoes, I find there's another important element to assist our journey through life... At the end of each trek we need to kick off our warm comfortable shoes, shed our padded walking socks and lay back in a warm comfortable bed. I heard that! I mean our own warm comfortable beds! Sheesh! Who let him in?

So after a hard weekend, with a stone in my shoe, a hole in my sock and Henry Ford giggling at me from wherever he rests (car trouble - amateur mechanic here completing citroen tasks that the local garages refuse to take on because they're too complicated and need a special tool..... [grumble] what they need is a special sledgehammer... anyway.... I digress... again... isn't it strange how I over populate my narratives with periods?.... My pause for thought extends itself using incorrect punctuation............ nifty).

Sunday night I kicked off my pesky shoes, peeled off my ramming socks and fell back onto...... no bed.

My bed!! Who's nicked me bed?!

Long story, as the population of the house increases, (I'm one of the few people in the world who can overpopulate a house overnight with teenagers, most people go through the screaming brat wanting bottles at 4am before they get to this stage, I appear to bypass it) Fi and I have decided to move into the smallest bedroom in the house... Nice move, except being the indulgent pig I am, I bought a huuuuuuuuuuge warm comfortable bed many years ago.

Defying all logic, I attempted to fit this over-kingsized bed into a room not much bigger than a pop-tart. It didn't work out, bits of the bed ended up everywhere but where I wanted them

That bed was soon moved on.

So as a temporary measure I went out and bought one of them inflatable extra comfy double beds. It'll do for a few weeks, I thought.

Until Fi laid on it.

Where once was a large cushion of perpetually comfortable air - I found nothing but floorboards.... In the dark. And yet somehow Fi was unaware, sleeping blissfully. Maybe floorboards are more comfortable than I believe.

A strong advocate of, "you can achieve anything you desire if you work hard enough at it!" I was determined to find a way to sleep on what can only be likened to a used whalesized condom. Unfortunately common-sense won out and I spent the night staring at the wall wondering which God I managed to upset this week. The lack of noodles under my pillow suggests it wasn't the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Praise be!

I want me bed! [sniff]

Thankfully I neither broke my arm, nor required an ambulance, the ostrich is safe and so am I - in a manner of speaking. Today I begin the great bed hunt... Find a bed big enough for two, but small enough to fit inside a pop-tart.

Why do pop-tarts and bed seem to fit so well together verbally??

After finally discovering it was light enough to consider it to be day time, I crawled from my deflatable bed, down the stairs, readied the kids for school then went out to check on my citroen. All was well, 3 flat tyres and a hydraulic leak.

Wanted: Volkswagon Camper with bed in rear.

Fresh clean sock and a new pair of shoes, okay so they'll take some wearing in, but we have a lot of miles to cover my friends...

See you on the trail!

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