When I was a little girl I used to sleep on Gran's old metal folding bed when I stayed at her house. It had a lovely, musty, friendly smell.
When Gran came to stay at our house she was often given my room and I had the privilege of sleeping in the lounge room on our folding bed. How lucky I thought I was to be able to sleep in the lounge room on the folding bed!
My grandmother gave me her folding bed just before she died and we have used it for many years. It has survived many sleepovers and never seems to be the worse-for-wear.
We got the old bed out last week for a young house guest whose parents had to go away for a few days.
Just looking at it makes me happy.
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