Well, according to the TV the last day of Summer has gone. With the arrival of September we’re in autumn – and it’s felt like it as well. It’s been a lot cooler the last couple of days and there’s a definite Autumn feel in the back garden.
All of a sudden, leaves are falling and plants are starting to look a bit sorry for themselves. That said, there are still plenty of nice flowers out. We have three apple trees, along with pears, cherry trees a plum and probably some more. The apple trees have done really well this year. One is covered in beautiful rosy red apples and the other’s a golden delicious, yum. But it still doesn’t make up for the nights and mornings that are drawing in at a rate of knots. I thrive on daylight and don’t like the dark, I never have. But, with the arrival of September, I can’t change that can I.
The Arrival of September – and my new bed
Anyway, back to home, where two weeks ago I got my new bed. Not just any old bed but an electric one!
I ordered it fourteen weeks ago so it was a real test of my patience but eventually the day rolled round and it came. I was a bit full of trepidation I must say. I didn’t know whether I would like it or not, being a bit of a fussy old thing, but it was too late by this time.
The mattress came from one manufacturer and the base from another, which was why there was a delay. It’s very, very well made with only hardwood, so maybe they thought they’d cater for a two-ton Tessie. Can you remember her, she was a very fat woman and I mean fat. Don’t forget in those days when I was young, fast food wasn’t invented, or takeaways. There was only the local chippie – and that was a lot cheaper than today.
There wasn’t the supply of most things that there is today and as a result, to see someone as fat as her was a sight to behold. If anyone was a bit plump, which was unusual then, they would be called two ton Tessie. There were no cars to ferry us about. It was shanks’ pony (walking), catch a bus or stay in. Kids played out at all hours so there were no fat children!
I must stop digressing musn’t I. But I thought as I’m ancient, nobody a lot younger wouldn’t have a clue what I was talking about! So, I decided they must be doing a belt and braces job, just in case they had a fat person to cater for.
Back to the story of the bed…
I wasn’t asked for my weight measurements and I’m very small. I think I’ve shrunk down to 4ft 11 inches, according to us all getting measured at one of our Venue trips recently, amid lots of laughing. But anyway, I’m not exactly heavy either. Which is a good job, as I’d look like a Kelly in the bottom of a budgie cage that wobbles all over at my height! Can you just imagine it? But no, you’d better not, as you might die from laughing.
Anyway, the big long awaited day turned up, along with the delivery men and it was action stations. They took the old bed away which was in lovely condition and so comfy that it was a constant source of ‘am I doing the right thing’.
In came the base which weighed a ton – although I wasn’t asked to help and then came the good bit, the mattress. They set it all up along with the electrics, well it wouldn’t work without them would it. They were two very pleasant men. Clean, tidy and efficient they were, and covid aware. Eventually they left us to try the bed.
New fairground ride
I got on it first, followed by hubby, then Jane and Kevin had a go – although not all of us at once! We had a merry old time going up and down on the bed, it was like a fairground ride. The bottom also comes up at the foot so it’s to be hoped it doesn’t break down or I have visions of me being trapped like a sandwich in the middle of it. Now that would be funny, for those watching, not for me!Â
After we all tried going up and down and bringing the base up, we finally made the bed. So the trying time was to come at night with the first sleep on it. I got into bed and snuggled down put the back up a bit and hoped for the best.
I needn’t have worried. The bed is so soft and comfy, which is what I wanted. I sit up for hours on end doing crosswords or reading or such so it’s ideal to support my aching body. Of course, they all had to come trooping in en-masse the morning after to see if it was ok. All laughing at me, might I add, what’s new in our house I ask? They usually do for some reason.
However, two weeks on and I think it’s lovely, thank goodness. It’s very comfy and very quiet so my lot are disappointed. I think they thought it would sound like an old engine, chugging, and waken all the house up at one am when I put it down! What a shame to spoil their fun!!
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