All I got is a s.s.s.s.single bed…*

Old Father Thames has an early conference call tomorrow and has decamped to the spare room so’s not to awaken the sleeping, school holiday household.

Oh the joy! The unquantifiable bliss of having our bed to myself. A rare and fabulous boon. Snoring pig elsewhere in the house.

Virginia Woolf said something like all a woman needs is a room of her own. I would go so far as to add, “…and a bed of her own.”