Never having lived in a bedsit, until recently I kind of assumed a bed has just three purposes.
Perhaps bedsit dwellers find lots of other things to do with a bed – sitting on it being the obvious one but perhaps as a generous ironing table for people of restricted growth? A relaxed dining table where you can lie about munching with friends? With a board on top, a flat surface for a really really big jigsaw?
I’ve never really had a hankering to just hang around in bed for no reason but recently, under doctor’s orders to rest dodgy knee in position where it was elevated, the bed seemed to be the most convenient place to do it.
“Are you going to make breakfast?” I enquired of DT man last Sunday morning. Continue reading “….and so, to bed.”


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