Wednesday, 3 October 2007
Zzz
Reto has been getting up unconscionably early for the last few days, and as it turns out it's really great. He sneaks around quietly having breakfast and trying not to wake me up and then he leaves and then I have all that bed and doona to myself. I haven't slept this well since he was in the army.
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So you have surrendered to the powers of proper bedding accessories? No more sleeping under a tucked-in sheet? No more feeling like a corpse in a linnen casket?
I never understood that whole sheet-instead-of-doona thingy.
Limbs should roam free under the doona. Not be restricted like some piece of chocolate in a cellofane wrapping.
Sheets aren't instead of doonas, they are as well as. I think that we in Australia consider doona covers to be something more like cushion covers, perhaps (as in cushions on the couch); they are there to cover something up (the actual doona part of the doona, the actual cushion part of the cushion) and look pretty, not to be wiped all over your sweaty, filthy, potentially naked body (ooh, this is getting racier than I had intended) and then have to be laundered every five minutes. Sheets are to doona covers as clothes are to cushion covers. Or something like that.
That being said, I quite enjoy having no top sheet. And when I am in Australia, I will quite enjoy having a full complement of sheets again. I'm so international.
Btw, are you seriously comparing soft furry sheets to cellophane wrapping? Lordy.
Let's hope you never get sent to an insane aylum and strait-jacketed. Although it sounds increasingly likely what with all your weird views on sheets and lavender-flavoured food products and so on.
Doona covers are a must of course, but that thing where you make the bed with a sheet, neatly tucked in at all corners, THEN another sheet, covering 3/4 of the bed, and then climb in between. I just don't get that. I remember the feeling quite well, and I imagine thats kinda how Angelina Jolie's boobs feel like, whenever she put's on her Lara Croft suit...
It's just unnatural with such bedding arrangements - even if they taste like lavender!
- and I was comparing the feeling of being restricted under a tight sheet with the candy wrapper thing.
Well I think the whole thing says a lot more about you than it does about me. Or maybe it says a lot more about the people whose sheeted bed(s) you shared who are fond of tucking their sheets in excessively. Personally I was always careful to leave my sheets untucked at the end so that I could poke my feet out of the end of the bed in the night. And on the sides so I could have room to flail. The corners were always extremely well-tucked, though.
Yeah - the problem with tucking shows it's ugly face, when the tucker is shorter than you, and obviously capable of keeping her feet inside the matress area...
The tucker will then have to deal with the sheet coming un-tucked during the night, due to limb containment problems.
Staying in motels is bad too because the people that make those beds are ferocious tuckers. Plus the sheets are always starched (or whatever) to such a degree that they may as well be made of cellophane. Cosy.
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