Hi guys, I have been quiet as I have been sick with a plague and been walled up behind plastic at home. I came down with something Sunday night then woke up Monday about 3am moaning like the mummy and looking like Frankenstein. I was sick as, feverish, sweating, hallucinating and feeling like I was gonna vommie. Got sent home from work Monday and have been away until today - Thursday. I always get really depressed when I am sick as I can't work out, am really weak and have no one about. I have to call my mum to feel better. aw!
Anyway not to leave the comedy behind for long, I was rolling about on my bed Monday night like Linda Blair when my entire bed collapsed in ways. The bed had been making weird sounds all night, CREEEEEEEEEEK! But so was I so i paid them no attention until CRACK!
I was so unsure what to do, so sweaty and fevered I turned all GI Joe and gaffer taped the spine of my bed back together using old lengths of iron rods (why were these under my bed??) to splinter the spine, then laid the bed back together. I then bolstered up the spine with books and old crap. Suffice to stay I have been laying ever so lightly on the bed that the devil built, I am practically hovering. Now when I tell people i broke my bed they first thing they guffaw about is "what were you doing when it broke??" assuming I had the energy for a bit of a leg wobbler. That just makes my brain fart. "Yeah, right, that's it. Whilst I was foaming at the mouth like the monkey from Outbreak I picked myself up a bit of tail (obviously blind) and promptly broke my bed from some rumpy pumpy. Totally."
Oh bugger I have to go buy a new bed me thinks. Stay away from Ikea beds people.
