The head of the bed is in the bay window of my front bedroom. The house faces east, and I love the way the rising sun filters through the blinds on fine mornings. I also like fresh air at night so the top windows are normally open, letting in the scent of magnolia blossom when the tree in my front garden is in flower (thrice a year if I'm lucky).
My bed has a firm orthopedic mattress which I turn four times a year (side to side then top to bottom). I suffer from backache whenever I have to sleep in a soft or sagging bed. I have four sets of cotton bedding (pillow-cases, under-sheet and duvet cover) in blue, yellow, beige and grey, and I always mix and match them because I don't like uniformity. In cooler weather I sometimes add a striped faux-fur blanket for weight and warmth (as above).
I've always refused to have a tv in the bedroom and never use a lap-top computer in bed. Most nights I will read a book for a while before lights out. I've always slept on the left side of the bed and on my left side, whether I'm alone or sharing the bed. And that's all you need to know about that, really.
Having been out of the house for fifteen hours today and having watched my team just throw away the chance of reaching the end-of-season play-offs after a lazy and uninspiring performance at Reading (we were one up but eventually lost 3-2), all I want to do now is drink a glass of red wine (good for the heart, I'm told0, finish this week's poem (below), put the blog to bed and head upstairs to the comfort of my own. Maybe I'll dream about Blackpool actually winning the game and a promotion that will now have to wait until the next campaign. Perhaps I'll end up dreaming about my ex-wife. Cue...
Fair CopyRoses, she said,bed me with passion, with petals,with perfume. Show meromance is not dead...
so naturally I didfor she was a loving souland there were many tenderand electrifying nights, but
I remember that notewith the hand-written quotationand I've wondered for an age was it seduction by rote?
Once she became my wifeI grew increasingly certainshe'd never actually read a pageof Catullus in her life.
Thanks for reading. Sleep well peeps, S ;-)
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