Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Something I’ve noticed, in trying to find a new bed for the house, is that bed companies have some really bizarre scam going on. If you’re the kind of person that I am, who thinks Divan type beds are a waste of good storage space, you find, upon searching for a bed frame to procure, that the aforementioned beds are quite likely to be missing large chunks of their essence. It seems that they are often sold “without slats” which means, for anyone not well-versed in bed terminology, that they’re actually missing the quite vital part of the bed which holds up the matress. Now, I’ve struggled with this. I find it hard to believe there’s that big a section of the bed-buying public that only wants the useless frame part. This level of modularity seems to me like selling armchairs without cushions included.

My ultimate conclusion is that in order to appear to knock £40 off the price of a bed, they sell it in 2 parts, making it seem like a better purchase than a more expensive bed which would be positively overflowing with slats. “Wow,” Joe Idiot might think, “This bed is £40 cheaper than that other one I looked at. I’d better buy the accompanying slats, though, at £40 for the set.”

In other news, I got a replacement car battery and had it fitted. The car is working now, but it’s rapidly becoming a totally different car. In the same way you might have a broom for 15 years and only replace the brush head 5 times and the handle twice, I have had this car 4 years and it’s only had new windscreen wipers, tyres, brake pads, brake discs, exhaust and battery. I’m just waiting for the windscreen to cave in in now, then I’ve got the whole set of repairs or something. Dad texted me the radio code though, so I didn’t have to play russian roulette there trying to get it working again. At least next time the car breaks down I’ll have some music to listen to.