I don't think I have ever had a new bed in my life.
I know St Jose Maria used to encourage people to sleep on the floor on Fridays, and many Benedictines choose to rise in the middle of the night to pray, and Carthusians and some Cistercians rise halfway through the night for the Office. I know I really am getting soft.
One of my converts once said,
"You know Father when I was young, I had a rather ravenous appetite for pleasure, but now I am old pleasure is being able to sit down when I need to, getting to the lavatory on time, not having indigestion after a good meal, having a good nights sleep and realising I will most probably pre-decease my friends.
I am getting to that stage.
p.s. That isn't my new bed, it is James II's at Knole.