Last night when I wanted to flop into bed and drift off to sleep whilst watching ‘Ghosthunting with… the only way is Essex’ (it’s reem to scream innit love, awright triffic etc etc). I was slightly perturbed by the 4D element of the show and the fact that my bed appeared to be floating off the floor at one end. Before I rang Derek Acorah to get himself round (“Mary loves Dick”) I remembered that Bman had been tinkering about under the bed earlier on sorting out his vast collection of shit (smoke machines, strobe lights, dumbbells he hasn’t lifted in over 15 years etc).
“I wonder how that’s happened?” he pondered as I stood holding up the mattress in one corner of the room in my smalls (or should that be ‘mediums’ given the size of me and the topic of TV show I was trying to watch), whilst he mused, screwdriver hand.
“Could it have happened while you were fucking about putting things back under the bed and continually lifting the bed frame up and down?” I pondered to myself, not wishing to wind him up whilst he was armed. He did get a bit peeved when I took a photo of him trying to screw the bed back together without getting his ankles wedged between the slats and accused me of taking the piss (Moi?).
So glad that he was the likely cause and not me otherwise I would never have heard the last of it.
Anyhow, problem since solved and thus far, bed still in one piece.
Today’s prize for “Keeping a straight face in spite of the situation” goes to Me! For not caving when, during a conversation with class about the possibility of an end of term party. the phrase, “And Miss Brewer’s buns are a spectacle to behold believe me, just you wait till you see them” was used without so much as an eyebrow raised.
Well, I don’t like to brag but….