There was one in the bed, and no one said roll over, roll over

Interstate relatives have been visiting as MIL’s 90 th birthday was earlier in the week. Mr FD had volunteered to drive a couple of aged uncles back to their various homes and so they left for the return trip today.

You know what that means don’t you? A QUEEN SIZE BED TO MYSELF! NO SNORING, SLEEP TALKING HUSBAND!

I am so excited.

A bed of my own.

I am so exhausted from days of being nice, and keeping my evilosity in check that I am going to reap the joys and benefits of that empty bed, shortly. Maybe even three nights of bed to myself.

The simple things in life really are the best.

[Try being married for 35 years, then you will know exactly what I mean].

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24 thoughts on “There was one in the bed, and no one said roll over, roll over

  1. Lol, sometimes Daz has an all night car race to watch or a marathon playstation game going on and he says – I don’t think I’ll be sleeping in here tonight and I say – oh really, what a shame.

    • Do you spread out? Leave your book on his side of the bed? I even leave my laptop there! And in the morning the bed is so neat, I just flip the covers and all is perfect again, unlike when MR FD is there and his side of the bed is wrecked.

      • No its funny, I always just stay in my spot. We have this huge king bed but I only ever use a sliver of it. Not listening to snoring is a major bonus though.

  2. Heaven is having the whole bed to yourself! That other person sharing your space becomes less important as the years go by – not to say I don’t want the other person, just maybe not in my bed.

  3. Separate bedrooms??? A thing to consider when new house layout & size is planned?? It’s all the rage these days, I hear. Then you could ALWAYS have the whole bed to yourself.

    • I know, sleep has nothing to do with love. I love Mr FD (I must to suffer through 35 years!) but I could quite happily send him into the spare room. The thing is our room has an ensuite and air conditioning, and the spare rooms don’t so neither of us wants to give up possession!

  4. Has anyone ever told you that you find the BEST PICTURES?
    Even if I didn’t want to read a word of your posts, I would want to follow you for the photos alone.
    Btw, I pass some of them onto the daughter, who knows of you as the Australian Librarian with the Good Pictures.
    Fame, of a sort.

  5. Snoring, coughing and other assorted noises found me seeking refuge in the twin bed in the spare bedroom/office a few years ago – okay, maybe more than a few. Then we adopted a our dog Max, and guess who he wanted to cuddle with? Well, hubby keeps his door closed at night and as much as he loves the dog, didn’t want Max in bed with him. A short time later I convinced hubby that I needed a queen size bed . . . although he doesn’t snore, Max hogs the bed. Sometimes stretches out in the middle and there I am jammed up against the wall. He’s only about 56 pounds, but still. Yes, Max has his own bed, plus the twin bed in the den and the living room couch to sleep on (covered of course). The things we do for love . . .

    • We used to have the kids climb into bed with us (Son used to knock on my forehead to wake me up!) then the cat moved in, now Mr FD has a form of sleep apnoea, and I have a brain that after it has been asleep and is woken thinks it must spend the rest of the night awake and anxious, so FD is not always a happy FD.

  6. I feel that I’m being a little disloyal to Mr FD here, given that he has rarely had the opportunity to defend himself in your distinguished journal, but just in the last year Mrs GOF and I have decided that separate sleeping arrangements result in a much better quality of sleep for both of us. Don’t quite know why it took 32 years to reach this decision.

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