06/09/2026
Today I dropped off the old IKEA day bed to my wonderful friends Ali and Daryl.
Luckily, I got a lift back in the Golf R, so that softened the blow đ
But weirdly, getting rid of that day bed felt quite significant.
I bought it about three months after signing the lease on the gym, during probably the worst period of my life.
Hold the sympathy though. A fair chunk of it was because of my own c**tish ways đ€ŠđŒââïž (when I say a fair chunk, I mean all)
This was during Covid. Iâd signed the lease, was trying to get the gym ready, we were still closed and I genuinely had no idea how everything was going to work out.
Before the day bed arrived, Iâd attempted numerous times to sleep in a hammock stretched from one gym machine to another.
Yes. Really.
The day bed was supposed to be somewhere Noah could chill after school. We had the PlayStation set up out the back and it became his little area.
It also became my bed on more occasions than Iâd probably like to admit.
Some of you might even remember the occasional last-minute session where Iâd massively overslept.
I particularly remember Emma letting herself into the gym one morning while I was still completely soundo out the back đ
Times were pretty fu***ng tough.
In January 2021 I took out a credit card just to pay my tax bill.
The gym was still shut because of lockdown and we wouldnât properly open until April.
So yeah, itâs only an IKEA day bed.
But it also reminds me of that entire period.
Sleeping at the gym.
Trying to build something while it technically wasnât even allowed to open.
Trying to be a dad.
Trying to sort my own s**t out.
And just hoping that at some point it would all come together.
Five years later, the gym is still here.
And the day bed finally isnât.
Feels a bit fu***ng weird, if Iâm honest.
Funny how the most ordinary things can end up representing an entire chapter of your life.