We have a new bed – and it means there is an air of 1970s porn movie about our bedroom at the moment.

Oh, dear reader, please don’t tell me your’s is always like that….

So moving on, the bed we ordered was called an Eleanor, the mattress an Emma, and for the sake of symmetry, the thick mattress topper is called Evie.

My best beloved finds it rather amusing to head up to bed of an night, anticipating the delights of Eleanor, Emma and Evie.

And I have to say they do welcome you in  – but their welcome is more about an easing of aching joints, a comfortable way to lie and read your book whilst sipping your tea, space to turn over in the night……

Regular readers will know that the buying of this bed, mattress etc was an exercise in procrastination (and umbrellas ) – my BB has a way of not doing something today that could be half-done several months from now, and only the increasing discomfort of the bed we had, finally got him round to a bit of Googling.

(The bed we had was meant to be a treat when we moved here and was replacement for a very serviceable Ikea number. The mattress was hand-made by Egyptian children over 20 years, or something like that.

(But, beds are like walking boots, you can’t tell that they will work, however much you pay, until you have spent some time with them.

(We gave the bed to a friend and she got her son and another strapping young man, to take it away and assemble Eleanor – a result all round.)

Anyway, bed assembled, mattress on it, topper on the top, all is well.

Except.

My BB and I have different duvet needs – I am a hot person and he wants something nice and warm and tucked in around him.

Separate duvets are the norm in the rest of Europe but it took some persuading to get him to agree that this was a good idea and not the first step to me leaving him to the (imaginary) delights of Eleanor, Emma and Evie.

Whether he was ready or not, I bought a lovely light, minimal tog feather single duvet and a couple of single duvet covers.

When he came round to the idea, the internet search was on for an extra long single duvet for my extra long BB.

That is, surprisingly, not too difficult – but the duvet covers they offer to go with them are awful – two plain sheets sewn together would about cover the necessary description.

So, I am about to ‘extend’ the nice other single duvet cover. 

Because he has cold feet, I thought I might extend it with a fleece layered extension – complementary fabric of course so that Eleanor, Emma and Evie look nicely dressed up.

Now there is the action of a considerate Sussex housewife.