With the table set up, it came down to
the bed. This arrived a day or two later. For once, I neither had to
use the housekeping money nor my brain and hands to buy or assemble
the item. It was purchased from a shop with workmen to deliver and
erect.
The old bed had been my father's
sleeping place for more than 60 years - having shared it with my
mother throughout their entire married life together at this house.
So to have a new bed was an adventure for my father - but once his
sentimentality had been overrided by hospital advice, accepting
mother would not be sharing it with him any more anyway, and that a
bed was just furniture, he accepted having a new one.
On the morning of the arrival of the
new bed, I took the old one to bits - recollecting how just over a
year earlier I had done much the same, and carried it downstairs from
the upper bedroom to former lounge for my father with my son's help.
The new bed arrived on time, was
erected, and has been used by my father since. Alas, we had to
politely shoo our visitor into the kitchen while it was
assembled.....
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