Back to the days when I was young and single … with a slim waist and perky bosom … and my sleeping arrangements were all my own.
Back in those days … when the temperatures dropped … and the nights were cool … I slept undisturbed and cosy thanks to the company of my ever reliable, non snoring electric blanket.
Then Hubby came on the scene … and pooh poohed the existence of the electric blanket. They're too hot … and too expensive to run … and too dangerous … and too who knows what else … but he was very adamant about it and I've been sleeping on cold sheets ever since.
Now perhaps you can blame my middle aged bones … or my thick waist and not so perky bosom … but this winter I've really been feeling the coolness of those night time temps … and not only have I felt them, they've taken to disturbing my otherwise undisturbed slumber.
But I'm a resilient gal … and I pride myself on adapting to my conditions … so I came up with a plan.
Out came the long flannelette pyjamas … and because I didn't want any cool air sneaking in under the hem of the top … I alluringly tucked it into my pants. Then, because everyone knows that cold feet mean cold everything I took to wearing an attractive pair of bed socks … but I didn't want a pesky breeze creeping up my trouser leg ... so I tucked the legs of my pants into the socks … in a super sexy and desirable fashion.
Hubby gave me a long and thoughtful look … and then uttered the most romantic words I've ever heard … "I think we might look for an electric blanket in the sales".
HA … I might not be hot … but I'll soon be comfortably warm with an adjustable thermostat.