I'm in a bad mood this morning. Anne mentioned the other day that my bed keeps collapsing, and it's been happening more and more. It disturbed my sleep a lot last night, and the lady who runs the place didn't care when I complained.
I ended up finding a hammer and nails in the laundry and having a go at repairing it myself. It was a little strange doing DIY in a rented room like that, but I think (I hope) I've done the job.
And Anne complains i never make my bed.
Anne and I were goin to go to the Modern Art Gallery this morning, before going swimming after lunch. I suggested she go to the gallery on her own, as I was ratty and I'm not good at looking at Modern Art without snorting with disgust at the best of times.