posted on Sep, 12 2013 @ 06:47 AM
reply to post by adjensen
The last time I spent one hundred, well, pounds rather than silly money, on anything apart from my yearly rock festival holiday, it was on a new
matress . My old one has a bit of a story to it. A few years back, there was a tattoo parlour next door to the shop I work in, and live above. It was
run by some fantastically cool biker people. Anyway, I purchased a matress back then, precisely forty eight hours before some enterprising scallywag
torched the tat shop. Smoke and dust from the fire spread throughout the habitations above the commercial premises, and my family and I had to do a
rapid evacuation at quarter to five in the morning.
The fire service put out the fire before actual structural damage could befall the building, but all the flats (or appartments, for those of us on
the wrong side of the ocean) were full of smoke. The worst was the flat directly above the tattoo parlour of course, but ours, and the one the other
side, were pretty bad too. Everything in the place had varying degrees of carbonised crap stuck to it. One of the things that was pretty hard hit, was
my matress. You see, I liked to have my matress on the floor, because I felt more comfortable with the wooden floor supporting the matress, than with
some contrivance of steel and slatted wood. As a result, the smoke that had been seeping up through the floorboards, had totally violated the matress,
so that no matter how well hoovered out it was, it always released more hydrocarbon muck.
I did not throw it out immediately though, in fact I only got a replacement for it the month before last. I got it at a bargain price of one hundred
British pounds, and it is one of those awesome memory foam things. Its so much more comfortable than anything I have ever fallen asleep on, and its
great for my back, which has a sway in it, and requires a decent sleeping surface if I am to avoid being a hunched and twist spined invalid later in