Mrs BigJohn tells me we need a new bed. I haven’t noticed but as I’m a fair bit heavier than her I’ll take her word for it. Apparently a thousand bloody quid is the sort of figure we’re talking about. My fault for buying that RRD Firemove windsurf board a few months back I guess. (Bargain at £1200 – spotted the theme?)
It seems like the bed industry is some huge cartel. No way of getting online prices and the standard of furniture store salesmen is – grrr – conducive to an application of fist pie.
OK, so we’ve narrowed it down to a pocket sprung mattress. None of this memory foam or latex malarkey because apparently I run hot at night. I’m told it’s like “sleeping next to a furnace”. A standard 150cm kingsize is what we’re after.
Do I believe all the guff that Vi-Spring is better than Hypnos is better than Somnus and anything is better than a brand I might conceivably have heard of? No. I just want to speak to somebody who can listen to what I want, tell me what I need and not rip me off.
Over to you…