I started work on Wednesday. I had to get up at 6.30 a.m.. That’s half past six in the morning. I get home about 11 hours later, except on Wednesdays, when I get rudely awakened by the dust… Fridays, when it’s only 10 hours later. Then I have to do some work on my PhD. I am not a morning person, so these early starts are somewhat disagreeable to my system. Last night, when it was only my second day, I was so tired that the Hubster forbade me to do any PhD work. I’m not much more awake tonight than I was last night. I might just have a snooze on the new sofa (that the cat appears to have damaged slightly already, despite not being allowed on it. See her innocently washing her furry-pointy paw).

I can’t say anything about my job because it’s confidential, although I did demonstrate my marvellously sharp wit today at afternoon break. Someone was telling us about the crazy lady who used to wander along Mill Road with a bucket on her head. Apparently, she couldn’t cope with what people might think about her. We all didn’t think the bucket would really help with this problem. Anyway, the narrator of this sad tale said she thought the crazy bucket lady died, because she’s never there any more.

“Did she kick the bucket?” I asked, innocently.

The sofa-bed has arrived! The poor old bed-sofa is sitting on the other side of the room, all disconockerated, and looking extremely sorry for itself. And no wonder: it’s to be relegated to the garage, poor thing.

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The phone rang.

The voice said she’d like to speak to Mr or Mrs Ross.

“This is Mrs Ross,” I said, thinking how odd that still sounds.

The voice said our shiny new sofa bed’s going to be delivered on Tuesday.

Marvellous.

Just have to get the Hubster to clear out space for the bed-sofa in the garage.

We are getting a shiny new sofa-bed to replace the bed-sofa.

We went to DFS (on Newmarket Road), which was having one of its sales, and found a nice, comfy sofa-bed, advertised at half price, but it was actually less than that. We shopped around in Furniture Village and SCS (both on Newmarket Road also), but there was nothing we fancied and nothing as comfy as the DFS one. We tootled back to DFS and promptly bought it.

The bed-sofa will be relegated to the garage. Poor thing.

We have a bed-sofa. No, not a sofa-bed. A bed-sofa.

I want a proper sofa. The Hubster grumbles.