Well, since they knew that he was staying, but not that he was my boyfriend, I approached it by mentioning it first. Said he'd broken the bed, was really embarrassed and tired to fix it. They said okay, went and had a look, determined that for the frame to break "so easily" it must have been faulty in the first place and got the company to replace it. Hurrah!

I think it wouldn't be nearly as annoying if things got broken during great sex. At least the memories would keep you happy during the inconvenience.