Another afternoon, another bed (and mattress) for Anne and I to relocate for disposal - amongst the many that we've confronted this year, today's proved right up there in the physical challenge stakes, simply because mattress manufacturers don't put handles at the ends (a fundamental design flaw)...and this one proved particularly difficult to grip and move, so we shuffled it along the corridor into the lift as best we could, with occasional stops for laughter or to catch our breath.

Once in the lift we somehow found ourselves trapped on the wrong side of it, with neither of us initially able to reach the button to send it to the ground floor...

Fortunately the divan base and headboard proved a little easier to manage, and after a few more journeys along Ms B's corridor with our hands full of bed, we soon had all the parts downstairs, and after another quick breather, got them to the outside refuse area and squeezed it all into the space where the council would come to collect.