Under D’s old bed at his parents’ house, laid an old rubber mattress that was bought for D’s sister when she was a child.
When we started our move from Ghent to our current house, the rubber mattress was moved in so that D and I have a temporary bed during the weekends.
The mattress was then moved into the guest room when D and I bought a new one for our bed. Since then, it has been slept on by my visiting friend Judy, my parents, one of our nephews, and myself during those ridiculously hot summer nights when the fan is necessary!
End of last year, D insisted of getting rid of the guest bed. I agreed because we have a sofa bed and I always have the choice of buying a decent air bed for our future guests. So, the bed was given away to our niece, and the mattress moved to our living room, to be taken to the recycling park in the near future. For laughs, D posted the mattress online for €5.
Then an unforeseen incident happened in mid November when I injured my right hand. This put a hold on the mattress delivery to the charity store (wishcycle on our part) or the recycling park, because I really did not want to cause any more traumas to my weakened hand.
After Christmas, we received a message that someone was interested in purchasing the mattress. A man was urgently in need of a mattress for his guest from France, and could not find any clean and decent mattress at the price which we were offering. The transaction went smoothly and we got rid of the old rubber mattress which had been laying in front of the kitchen counter for 50 days. Alleluia! Or so we thought…
New Year’s Day evening, after a lovely but lengthy family gathering, we came back home to see a rolled up rubber mattress at our front door?! Well, I guess that just made us mattress renters. What choice did we have but to move the mattress indoors and laughed at the strange turn in events.
Yesterday, D carried the mattress and stuffed it into the car by himself. We then went to the charity store, crossing our fingers that it will be accepted. The person in charge unrolled the mattress to check for stains and defects, but found none. So to our relief, it was accepted and carried away! And since the kringloop winkel does not know where we live, the mattress will never find its way back to us.
Good bye and thank you dear rubber mattress! You have served us well for more than a decade.