Since we moved to Maisons Alfort in May, I've obligingly been sleeping on André's old futon on the floor. He bought the bed originally for his shoebox studio--it was the only bed that would fit on his slant-roofed mezzanine. And so I suffered in--well, no, not silence. I complained. A lot. And finally my wish was granted ! For a real bed ! With a real mattress !
So these are the photos of fitting a queen size bed into a pocket size car. Yikes!
And we only minorly knicked the bedframe ! youpii !!
Many thanks to Karla for her patience in dealing with 1.5 hours it took me to order the bed. Oh, and also, the highway fumes. Double yikes.
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