I should say at the outset that I have far less to complain about than Alice, currently lying on a mattress awaiting gallbladder surgery tomorrow, and (judging by her discomfort), not a moment too soon. However. She's lying on a mattress because last night, just as we'd gone to bed, there was a dreadful cracking and splintering noise, and the bed collapsed (no jokes, Please ...). The movers had put it together in a far from responsible or sensible manner, and the wood just gave way round the bolts. Luckily the cats fled - if there were any underneath - at the first sounds of devastation, and in any case it lurched down onto plastic boxes beneath. But it's not easy demolishing a bedframe at night when one's exhausted, and nervous about teaching the next day, and (in the case of one of us) wilting and wincing from a gallstone. I managed it, with a kind of chisel, and brute fore, but it wasn't fun. And then - where does one put pieces of a very heavy bed that are too weighty for one person to carry downstairs? In my study, I guess - which as you can see is none too spacious at the best of times - a desk-width.
And then, to add insult to injury, the plastic hinge on my MacBook Air chose this evening to crack and splinter, too. No, the bed didn't fall on it. No, I didn't drop it. And according to an internet search, this is a Recognized Design Fault. But now I can't close the computer - and yes, that is another one in the background, but it's elderly and none too stable. Bah. Humbug.