There are two things you’ve got to get right in life’ said the man in the local furniture shop, ‘Comfy boots and a good bed.’
He may have a point. Anyway, after many many years Mr Penry has bought us a new mattress. Oh – the comfort! Sheer bliss. And I, who have been an early bird all my life, now find I don’t want to get up in the morning.
Actually getting into bed, however, is a different matter. Our bed itself is a very old brass one, with a high frame and a wooden bed-board (which Mr P made years and years ago.) I am very short. This gives me a few problems. The old mattress was considerably flatter than the new one. So – how to get into bed?
I tried to get in as usual and almost pushed the mattress off the frame.
I hurled myself at the bed, wildly grabbing for the far side to stop myself falling backwards onto the floor.
I even climbed (very awkwardly) into bed using a creaky footstool.
Mr Penry reckons he now has the answer. He is threatening to get me a trampoline.












