I didn't realise how badly the sofa bed mattress needed replacing until I tried it out when I was making the bed up for my Daughter's stay at Christmas. The springs were in a bad way, so after her stay I rolled it up and tied it with string, and got another mattress. Stepdaughter was to take the old one away, and I got fed up waiting, so tied it to the garden trolley and set off for the Council Recycling unit....by the time I was half way there I was completely out of puff and could not bring myself to come back home, and had to keep stopping and pretending to blow my nose so no-one would ask me if I wanted help. Was I glad to get there, and luckily it was just about ten o clock and time for the gates to be unlocked, so I was at least ahead of a long queue of traffic. A nice gentleman helped me untie and tip the thing into a big skip, and on my way off site, a friend and her husband drew up, put the trolley in the back of their car and gave me a lift home. I was so relieved to be back. My daughter had warned me not to take it and said to wait until she came again, but I thought I was ok to do it. I'm sitting here now very upset - I thought I was invincible and I'm not, and Merlin wants his dinner, and I'm feeling pretty rubbish, angry and sorry for myself. One good thing - it looks like snow . Sorry everyone - there are so many of you who are really poorly and never complain. It's not like me to be like this. I have had a shock.