100. French bed.
My hundredth object is the bed that we sleep in, yet another example of something that has migrated to England from abroad. It was bought from The Old Pickle Factory in Bristol from a company that imports and restores period French furniture. The word 'restore' tends to mean a fashionable application of one of Farrow and Ball's light, chalky paints and we were eager to find a bed before it had received such treatment. One of Peter's former pupils worked with the company and we told him what we were looking for, a flowing Rococo style of centered design with some deep carving. He said that he would keep an eye out for us.
We made several forays into town when new stock arrived, but without success. Then I found a bedend amongst a stack of wood. "This is just the sort of style we're looking for," I said, "If only it had a headboard."
"It's here somewhere," was the reply, and it was! It has a central carved shell design and swags of roses. Surely it was destined to be mine! The wood, I think, is walnut. It does not have the grandeur and history of the half-tester bed that I was born in, but it is comfortable and very pretty!