For those of us who reside in the northern climes this has not been a particularly fierce winter. Yes, the doona has been pulled out from the top of the cupboard to help protect those sensitive parts from the chill night air and crisp mornings. Hot chocolate has been occasionally supped from mugs festooned with any number of witty cartoons and the pleading cries of “It’s a school day, time to get up Ninja” have been met with “just 10 minutes more”.
Apart from the blip which was the State of Origin fiasco when those morally bereft heathens from south of the border stole our 9th successive victory there really hasn’t been much to complain about. Except of course the battle for the doona and by that I mean the battle with the doona thief. Not that I’m complaining myself for I am the doona thief.
I’m surprised that someone smarter than me hasn’t applied for a government grant to study the doona and it associated use issues. A PhD in doona studies? How cool would that be.
Most of the people I have spoken to about this issue agree that two people under the same doona just doesn’t work. While sharing the doona may be the common goal of the Receptionist and I when retiring for the evening, the little devil which rests on my left shoulder whispers during my sleeping time – “IT’S YOUR DOONA”
It’s of little surprise then, that through no fault of my own, that come the morn the doona has miraculously wrapped itself cocoon like around my body all the while rejecting the vain attempt of the poor Receptionist to save me from it’s wicked embrace.
Cruel can be her words and accusations that I care not for her comfort. It is far from the truth. But what am I to do when the little control I have is mercilessly stripped from me when I slumber.
Fortunately winter is not a guest who outstays their welcome in Brisvegas town and soon the doona with return to it’s summer hibernation atop the cupboard. Not a moment too soon I say. For while the Receptionist is normally of good humour and jest her fine demeanor is being tested by this most foul of bed coverings.
But until that blessed day arrives any advice on how to keep the doona evenly covering us both would be greatly appreciated.