It was given to us by a
really lovely couple at my parent's church and The Frog used it up until he went into a big bed.
The Man hates it. And granted, it's a bit rickety.
But, because of his intense dislike, our need for a cot for Blossom was one of the things that went to the top of the prayer list.
Now, my mother has three cots. Again - I have no idea why. All of her children are long past the need for a cot - and yet she has graciously agreed to lend me one.
I'm still praying for a cot.
See, quite a few people have lent me stuff for Blossom, but I'm starting to get really frustrated - when is this child going to actually have stuff of her own? Even the place she sleeps doesn't belong to her?!?!?!
Wouldn't you find that frustrating too?
Anyway, today I have been on a mission to find all the scattered pieces of the oval cot. I am going to set it up and that is what Blossom will sleep in. If all I accomplish today is finding all the bits of it (parts of it are used for biltong making!) I will count today as a success.
Wish me luck.