I am really struggling to get my head around this but I have
just had another call from Dfs to ask when they can deliver the mattress for
our new bed. This appears to be coming separately to the bed and the other furniture.
So that’s three separate deliveries for one order, which we have to attempt to
co-ordinate. Nightmare.
After some negotiation two out of three say they can deliver next Friday but not
the bed, which apparently has to come on Tuesday.
I have booked my calves in for physio tonight, 5.30 in
Spondon. It’s a ‘special’ offer through the Ramathon. Unfortunately they’ve
booked me in with a man. Bugger, it’s going to hurt. That pleases L, ‘no more
pussy footing about’ she says.
She’s not wrong, he doesn’t pussy foot about at all and delivers possibly
the most painful half hour of my life so far. As I roll around in agony he
jokes that at least he isn’t using his elbow. I force myself to laugh along
with him. Then he uses his elbow. I think I almost blacked out at that point.
Back home later, we are supposed to practice our couple's workout
but it didn't go to plan. We must remember to leave our clothes on next time.
(Friday 6th February)
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