Home truths, sometimes not easy to take. But yesterday, as we met our friends in our favourite Italian in Kirby Lonsdale, one of them said he had something he wanted to say but was rather embarrassed to say it. I have known him for forty five years and he is one of my dearest friends - I told him that of course he had to say it. What it amounted to was to tell me that when they came to stay (and they do quite often and I really look forward to their coming) the single beds in the spare room were no longer comfortable as the mattresses had lost their strength. He always went home with a bad back.
He is quite right. I can't remember when the beds were bought but it is at least thirty five years ago. Alright, so they have always been 'spare beds' but we have always been people to have folk staying and on the one occasion (when our bedroom was being decorated) I tried to sleep on one I had to go back to our double bed because I found the bed uncomfortable. So point taken.
So this morning, neighbour (friend H), who is very good at researching things on her computer and also takes 'Which' magazine spent time looking into the whole idea and then after lunch (Derek - our usual Friday lunch out - Salmon, braised fennel and saute potatoes) came round with details. The upshot is that two single mattresses are ordered and will arrive some time next Wednesday. So it you are reading this P you can't say I haven't acted on your advice!