In the summer, the plan is to get a new bed to replace the piss-poor one I have at the moment. I.e. the squeaky, uncomfortable, spring-popping, metal bed. Of course, since I'm back in Sheffield for a couple more months, there's no rush. But come summer, it'll be more important. So I'm looking up at
Shakira, and then I realise: there's a quicker way
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