Those of you that follow my pointless ramblings on Twitter will know that the past week or so have been a bit sick in our household - the husband managed to get himself a dose of pneumonia. (I could write a whole other post about people who pretend they are not sick and don't go to the doctor and make their wives sit up worrying all night, debating whether they should call an ambulance or not, but that's for another day...).
Anyway, the husband has been been under strict orders to stay in bed for seven days, so to stop him from completely losing his mind with boredom we've set up a sick bed in the lounge room. Now at least he has a change of scenery and easy access to Seinfeld: The Complete Series.
Of course Elfi thinks that the bed was set up for her and, being the mountain goat that she is, has had quite a jolly time exploring and nesting. We've lifted Ferdi up on it a few times so that he wouldn't feel too left out. I think they will be quite sad when the bed goes back to it's proper place.