Retrieval Of Ye Phone

Nothing can ever be simple, can it? My bed would seem to be screwed to the wall. There was absolutely no way it was going to shift anytime short of involvement of a participant of The World's Strongest Man competition. You'd think that were they to do something as inflexible and inconvenient as to permanently fixture the furniture they'd do so without leaving a ruddy big gap down one side.

I took the drawer on the other side of the bed out of its hingey-runner things and crawled in that way. Have not even attempted to put it all back together again yet.

Found: One key to the university laundrette. One mobile phone. One hazelnut. One board pin.

Yet To Be Found: Another hazelnut.