Let me put you in the picture.
We have two single beds in the large bedroom downstairs but as Tom makes a racket when he is asleep I have moved upstairs to the smaller bedroom in another single bed.
The mattress up there is stingy and thin and my hip is protesting but the one downstairs is luxurious and soft.
SO, we pair of 'had it' pensioners decided that we possibly still had a bit of spring left in us and thought we would change the mattresses over.
What could be easier that sliding a mattress down the stairs and sliding another back up.
We did it, but after getting one up we had to sit on the edge of the bed getting ourselves together in order to deal with the other one.
What can be sadder than an old couple holding hands sitting on the edge of a mattress recalling the times when we used to carry a sofa with one hand, lol
I think we deserved the tea and white chocolate biscuits we had after don't you?