My housemate led me to the attic to show me the spare mattresses. "S will probably be borrowing one." S is a neighbour and she has more guests than mattresses and beds. My housemate has more mattresses and beds than guests. In fact, since I'm alone I could sleep in a different bed each night for a week without being charged with sluttishness. And even when my daughter and good friend show up for Christmas they too can sleep around (the house).
There is a group of friends who do what they can to help one another out. S was one of the lovely people who drove me to be nuked and when she left on holiday, she found a friend who would do the same.
Sure enough S showed up with her son and took a mattress. I showed her the extra slatted frame.
"My husband and son will be back for it," she said.
They came, they conquered, they discovered the mattress too big for the slatted frame.
"Would it be too much to ask you to measure the other ones?" she asked in an email.
I wrote back, I would go on a measuring tape safari the next morning, which I did and found smaller ones. "Better have your husband double check me, though, I'm a number numbskull."
Within a few minutes Hubby and Son were back with measuring tape for the mattress swap.
As I pushed the button to close the gate after the car with the departing mattress drove away I hoped every will sleep well tonight.
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