Thursday, 20 May 2010

Feathering the Nest

A couple of nights ago, I heard Big G pad along the carpeted corridor in socked feet, and flump into bed. Knowing that he doesn't 'feather the nest' as I do, before sleep, I decided to go and investigate.

He was lying in bed with his eyes closed and the bright ceiling light on. Although very tired after several disgustingly early mornings, he forced his bleary eyes open so we could have a little chat.

As we talked, I picked up and put away the piles of clothes on the bed, wondering how anyone could get into a bed covered in stuff.

Next I offered him a pillowcase, as I had taken them off that morning to wash, and he was lying straight on the pillow. "If there's one handy", he mumbled.

"Shall I put the duvet cover on then, before you nod off?" I asked. He thought that was a good idea, so I pulled the king size duvet off him and wrestled with getting it inside the cover, as he turned on his side and closed his eyes again.

Then I covered him up, gave him a kiss, turned the light off and left the room.

What would he do without me?

11 comments:

  1. I live with his twin ...

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  2. Yes! This is very very familiar...!

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  3. That's funny. I definitely recognise the pile of clothes on the bed.....

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  4. Awwwwww, you are so lovely to him. Without you he would be lost. Looooooost. :D

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  5. Aah, I know someone who sleeps just like that. Or rather just crashes.

    Me, I like the ritual of 'going to bed', the winding down, the reading - the full 'feathering the nest':-)

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  6. Welcome back darling....I've missed you and it feels like coming home popping back over to you and reading about Big G - I too changed my blog - if you recall mine was probably a little too revealing about certain people, so I made the leap and it's good and bad because I miss my little blogger blog that looked like yours - and more people know about it so I have to be WAY more careful what I write - but nevermind -that's probably a good thing Lx

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  7. I can empathise with him. I'd sleep on the edge of a razor blade when I am that tired. Couldn't care less if I was wearing full body armour, I'd sleep!

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  8. he'd sleep in a heap of random blankets and clothes. which, um, i sometimes do...

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  9. Too familiar for words, I'm still laughing! Though J just actually dumps everything on MY side of the bed and THEN nods off!

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