h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I landed up on the bedroom floor in the middle of last night, wrapped in blankets, so not much damage. My current bed is a hard double mattress on wooden slats. Wrought iron bedstead with pseudo posts, draped not with curtains but with purple and red saris.
I last fell out of a rural chief's bed in Cameroon (he wasn't in it)That was sweet-smelling herbs and straw on a bedstead made of branches, about 1984.
I fell out of a high hospital bed in Queen Victoria Hospital in East Grinstead when I was sixteen (after jaw surgery)A very large black nurse picked me up and made me cocoa. She came from Kenya and was the first black person I had ever met. Really cuddly.
I fell out of my grandmother's bed when I was recovering from chicken-pox, aged 5. She had a feather mattress (to be shaken and turned every day) with big fluffy feather pillows and an eiderdown. I had a pretty nightdress made of parachute silk. Come to think of it, I wonder if the original owner of the parachute had fallen out of anything.
Then there was the time I fell under a bed.. more of that another day.

when you say "not much damage" I hope you really mean that

I love the sound of the rural chief's bed. Was it scratchy at all?

I thougth this might be a journal of 2legs'... but this was interesting too! You must have very vivid dreams, to throw yourself around like that! Stay safe, you hear...

On average it's only every fifteen years. The chief's bed WAS a bit prickly, but very sweet smelling. There were some other more toxic herbs strewn across the threshold but who was being protected from what was not made clear.