Dreams

Okay, I’ll admit, I didn’t go in here to buy a bed.
I was walking down Penarth Road one day, when it started to rain. This wasn’t your usual Welsh rain, either. This was proper hardcore ‘I’m going to rain on you’ kind of rain. So I dashed inside the nearest store, and found myself confronted with a large selection of beds and a friendly-​looking floor worker.
He welcomed me, as I sheepishly explained about the rain and left little wet foot prints. Then, as it continued to pelt it down outside, we had a little chat.
Dreams is no going to be unfamiliar to a lot of you, but what immediately struck me were the significantly cheap prices to the beds. As large companies go, Dreams is also pretty green, if you care about that kind of thing.
But mainly, if I ever need a bed, I’ll go back here because the staff were to nice to me. Although they were busy and still working, they took the time of day just to say hello and smile at me, even though I clearly was a lost cause of a customer. A lovely bunch of people.