We just bought a new mattress. It was apparently developed by NASA, although why they have boldly moved into the field of bedding I have no idea. The delivery shuttle left the front lawn in an unholy mess too.
Shopping for mattresses is peculiar. Lying down in the middle of a shop with people walking around really doesn't replicate the feeling of lying on your bed at home. You are supposed to be able to make a decision based on thirty seconds of lying on your back without a pillow, rather than six to eight hours trying to get comfy, kicking off the quilt, getting up for a glass of water, and wondering if the sound you just heard was the cats or a knife wielding maniac coming in the living room window.
A sales woman came up and said, "Testing out the beds huh"?
"No", I said. "We're homeless".
So on Wednesday it came. I resigned myself to weeks of adjusting to it. Having no sleep and booking myself in for major chiropractic work.
Then I went to bed.
Slowly the mattress adjusted to the contours of my body. It sang me a lullaby. It stroked my forehead and opened the window to let in the cool night breeze. Mrs A. sat on her side and I felt not a thing. If it was a knife wielding maniac coming through the window to attack her I would be none the wiser for the lack of "partner disturbance" (as the brochure describes it) on my side of the bed.
I wonder if it has a "partner disturbance" anti snore attachment available as an optional extra.