I bought a French daybed

I love this one - it's a real bed. I have taken Simon's old mattress from Mum's shed, and will use it for this purpose, until I can afford to  buy a new one. This mattress stinks to high heaven, but a couple of days in the fierce sun will help with that.

It's just so relaxing to lie on, on the verandah, and gaze at the garden. Unfortunately, the road noise is somewhat disturbing and prohibitive.

For the time being, and until I can 'dress' it properly with the right materials, I'm using one of  my rogue Chinese cotton quilts to cover it all.