After an exchange of telephone calls on Monday (and threats) I was happy to receive a phone call last night from the bed place informing me a new bar had arrived and was ready to be picked up. I looked at my watch and didn’t have a whole lot of time to get from work to the place before it closed, but I put comfort before dinner and high-tailed it over there.

“Here it is” the assistant says, walking me into a supply room.

“But its metal. Thats not the same one [mine was wood]… have they replaced it ?”

“No idea. Lets just give you the one off the bed (same type) we have in the showroom and we’ll sort all this out when you’re gone”

“Erm… okay”.

So, we begin to undress the bed, and the (looks like manager) comes across with a now, then, now, then attitude, “whats going on here?” he asks.

“Well, ” the assistant begins to explain … and she did.

“They’ve replaced the wooden one with the metal one, so you’d be much better off with the metal one”.

“Okay then”. And i’m off. Why couldn’t someone have just checked in the first place? or actually had some knowledge ?

Bah. But comfortable….