The sawdust under my bed when we arrived at our flat on Lanzarote should have been a clue, as should have been my instinct that told me at night my head was sinking lower than my feet in bed.

In the end, however, it was not until I eventually decided to investigate further than I found out what was wrong. I had suspected my mattress had a problem, or a spring had gone. But it turned out that the piece of chipboard at one end of my bed had broken and now had a hole in it.

This led to the question “where do you buy a piece of wood on Lanzarote and have it cut to the right size?” (more…)