At sevens and eights...

It was a Friday lunchtime return for Anne and I to Ms I's (for, and in the nicest possible way, hopefully the last time for a while) to build her newly ordered bed, and which, if a successful outcome could be achieved, would finally enable Ms I to sleep on a mattress on a proper bed frame once again after a series of GG visits over the past few weeks.

The critical element for Ms I was that the bed must have wooden slats - and so we opened the box with some trepidation. Thankfully the slats were wooden, and best of all there were instructions too and, once we'd cleared the necessary space in the living area, we got all the pieces out and studied the directions.

It transpired that pieces referenced as #7 on the leaflet actually meant #8, but after we'd got that mini confusion sorted, the frame came together remarkably easily, and we were soon at the slat installing stage and close to a finished product for Ms I to inspect. We helped her lift the mattress onto the frame, and left her to test drive her new found sleeping arrangements, for which she declared herself absolutely delighted.