I barely left the inflatable bed yesterday. I played Xbox on the bed. I ate pizza on the bed. I drank coke on the bed. I ate Jaffa Cake bars on the bed. Then, when it was dinner time - as it was my turn to cook - I ordered Chinese takeaway. And ate it on the bed.
At the end of the night, I decided it was time to deflate the bed. It does, after all, take up about half the floor space in the living room. But it was so sad. I just wanted the bed back up.
I now suspect the deflating of the inflatable bed may signal the end of every weekend from now on. Roll on Friday!