In
my effort not to do every effing domestic thing in the house I have encouraged
Fester to put the clean bedlinen on the martial bed, pillows and king sized
duvet cover. I strip the bed, do all the
laundering and ironing and pointedly leave the clean sheet, pillowcases and
duvet cover on the bed for him to do his share.
Last
Thursday Fester had another of what, thanks to Mrs Eft, I call his ‘little hot
house flower’ episodes.
When
I went down for tea he’d served the boys, told me to serve myself (pie and
sweetcorn) and went up to bed. Slightly
shivery and tired he stayed there until the next evening, taking very little
food but drinking water and tea.
These
episodes usually involve very disturbed nights with lots of sighing and
swearing and tugging at the duvet. It
usually ends up on the floor on his side of the bed and of no use to me. I’ve
taken to taking the single duvet off the spare bed and using that.
Which
is what I did on Thursday night, and have done ever since, getting a much
better night’s sleep; warm and much less disturbed. Add mp3 player and ear buds and I can’t hear
him either.
At
bed time last night he stared rearranging the martial duvet and I said
“You
know I’m sleeping so much better under my own duvet. Maybe we should have a duvet each. You keep that one.”
“You
mean you don’t want to come and play under my duvet?” he replied coyly.
“Not
particularly” (yes, harsh, I know, but sleep!)
He
got into bed then, a few moments later,
“So does that mean I’d have to put the
cover on your duvet as well as this one?
Only that’s twice as much work.”
“No
it isn’t. This duvet is half the size of
that one.”
“I
don’t think the size makes any difference to the work.”
“Yes
it does. It’s much easier to put a
pillow case on than a duvet cover, so a single cover is easier to put on than a
king-sized.”
He was more impressed by the swiftness of the response than the logic of the arguement.
