Early to Bed and Early to Rise….

Now, take this the right way, but a couple of weeks ago my bed collapsed….

Okay, now you’ve stopped laughing, you can pick yourself up off the floor and I’ll explain that HE was away in the UK at the time and the battery operated boyfriend does not require three-phase to perform satisfactorily. In fact, the problem was simply that a wobbly leg finally gave up the ghost.

The bed is the usual metal framed arrangement they have around here and I spent half an hour trying to wrestle the leg back into position before I gave up on it and instead propped up that corner of the bed with a log left over from last winter’s firewood.

And having rearranged my sleeping arrangements so that I can snooze in comfort, it got me to thinking about all the things we use beds for. I’m not just talking about the rumpy-pumpy, throw all the legs in the air and divide by two sense.

Just now, I’m feeling a bit wasted after a late night out celebrating HIS birthday, I’m lying in bed tapping this onto my tablet in lieu of any ‘real work’. Meanwhile, Harley the kitten is alternating between throwing herself around the room in hot pursuit of little rolled-up balls of notepaper left over from my scribblings and attacking the other kitten in the mirror. HE is watching the Sunday political programs and demanding banana on his cereal.

The fact is, that the bedroom is both deeply personal and a deep comfort zone.

So, tell me what you do in the bedroom, apart from the obvious. Make me laugh and I’ll print it and send you a prize.