Here’s our bed.  If you will kindly direct your view to the window behind it.  That is what I get to look at every day.  *smug*

It is sort of entertaining because he said he was lucky he was alone in the flat while he was assembling the loft bed.  He said it was a whole lot of cussing and swearing and just raging.  He has declared that we are never moving because of the difficulty of putting those beds together.  He said he can’t even imagine taking them apart.  He said we were just going to leave them when we move.  They are now part of the flat.  Ha!