He is dropping me home with it and swapping it for the knackered old mattress which folds in four(!!) to take it to the tip.
I have no idea where Mike is - not got phone on him. He was going to do the mattress-swapping job earlier today with Anton but they decided it wouldn't fit in the car.
I expect he's gone to Dave's birthday bash at Reef, where I am supposed to be going, but instead I have to spend the next half hour with my father struggling to shift a double mattress in and a double mattress out of my flat.
This sort of absurdity seems to be quite common in my life...