Woke after a full 9 and 1/2 hours sleep to the sounds of exotic unfamiliar birds, occasionally chirruping over the balcony in the garden and the lapping of the sea on the soft, clean white sand. Slide balcony open to admit the cool morning air. Sounds like a holiday brochure but it is the actuality of this “Madre Soltera” holiday Amazing levels of sleep achieved. Not less than 8 hours a night and occasionally 10 None of the restless all- night fidgeting of the marital bed at home. Such bliss to be able to turn on light and rustle up a nurofen without fear of waking himself. Not sure I was ever cut out for sharing a bed. V. Woolf was almost certainly right. The only dignity is in being alone
The River Files 