Goddam Duvets
Contrary to the thought some members have, my home isn't quite the pig sty folklore leads you to believe.
For example today is traditional Monday, Laundry day.
Both of this weeks underwear, and last weeks shirt went into the washer, along with my bedding.
I then went through the agony of putting a fresh cover on my duvet.
Every time I do that, I end up tied in knots, I start of trying to be logical, the little label saying do not iron, do not use near naked flames, must go towards the top end.
So I insert the duvet into it's cover attempting to find the corners like a guy trying to prove his manhood after 18 pints, (the duvet just isn't erect it fails at the first push).
So then I climb in pulling the duvet behind me, that's alright with a creamy coloured cover enough light gets through to guide me where I wish to go.
But these black satin ones!
OMG
Like working up a coalminers backside, no room, dark as sin.
Today I gave up, my back was aching from struggling in positions that would have cost a fortune if I'd been paying for sex.
When I go to bed tonight I somehow have a double duvet too thin to fit a single divan and too short to fit in a new borns cot.
I'd go back to blankets and hospital corners but the only sign of wear with the ones I have is my patience.
There has to be a definate advantage to living like a pig and not bothering, it's not as if anyone comes to criticise my bedding anymore!
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Winnie the Pooh
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