Retail therapy gone bad

Dragged the carcass out to the wilds of Osborne Park today to buy a sofabed or something for the Father-in-law to sleep on when he arrives in two weeks. Our usual practice of bedding guests on a mattress on the floor started to look a little shakey when faced with the prospect of a week's worth of an 85 year old relative.

( Why I shouldn't be let out. Or left in. )