Driving home yesterday I pulled over to receive a phone call from my daughter, a request to help her move flat had me on the way to hers, Quite a nice wee place out in Havelock North.
Long story short has me face to face with my old nemesis, a one foot thick double bed mattress that is as heavy as a f...er and floppy as, with no F...in handles, and it knows I hate the c...in thing
Stick thin for a daughter thinks a toasters heavy, just watched as I curse the offending thing. Holding it up on its edge to drag it requires every muscle in your body coordinating with the urgency of a python down your shirt.
It promptly flops left and smokes a fragile ornament thingy before i can get it out of the house, some garden plants get accosted and i lose quite a lot of sweat and decent swear words before getting it to the flat deck of the ute.
You think i could get it onto the ute deck without a struggle??? its made of Kapoc perhaps or the threads from a thousand old T shirts as its very dense. 40 rats could live in there and you would never know.
Anyway after it doing a slinky impersonation a couple of times as it folded up on itself i got it onto the ute, ratchet tie downs made sure it stayed there. Lots more sweat gone. I kept swearing just to calm myself down, off to the new place we went.
Stairs, the new flat has stairs. I left it sitting in the front room for her new flatties to get it up to her room and took her out for dinner
I fu..in hate moving mattresses.
Anyone thinking of designing mattresses for a living FFS put handles on them...............