Darling other half snuggled up to me this morning. It was a rare and special treat to be able to wake in our own time - no alarm clock and no children in the house (not something I've actually experienced very often for the past 22 years.)
So there I was, sleepily padding round the house with my second cup of coffee, whilst he toyed with the computer.
He blogged that I had stolen all the duvet and he HAD to cuddle me to stop himself freezing to death. Bloody men.
Two marriages, four kids, innumerable pets and family disasters have taught me two things:
- To snuggle up in one corner of the bed, precariously near the edge, facing the wall and curled into as much of a ball as possible, to make the most of my own warmth.
- With hands clutched together against my chest, under my chin, it has been a matter of personal preservation to remember to grab hold of my corner of the duvet and clutch it tight, thus ensuring that neither my darling's midnight dreaming nor any nocturnal visitors (juvenile or feline) can wrench it away. I go to sleep in that position and unless my beloved has already got up, I wake in the same state.
Do I moan when its that week of the month, I am giving off more heat than usual and you pile your share of the duvet against my back to keep yourself cool, so that I wake mid-nightmare and sweating like I've run a marathon? Eh? EH??
Isn't it always the way - in bed or in life - that you stand your ground, hang on to the most basic of human rights and dignities, then some bozo who is used to having it all STILL tries to take it from you; or wakes to find you have more and blames you for it.